1. 1 year ago 

   As Free as a Butterfly

   Please read this aloud.

   As Free as a Butterfly 

    

   The Home of the Brave and Land of the Free, it’s pretty easy to see that our definition of Free isn’t free. In fact, we’re quite restricted by not only our preconceived notions of how we should live and be but also the media and structured society creating a net waved in the hand of an entomologist tearing down the beauty, for research and data. A number on a line or plot on a grid is what our existence has boiled down to. Langston said it first in reference to Dreams and Angelou followed with poetic serenity. The caged bird sings with fearful trill while the free bird names the sky his own, do we call America our real home? The Butterfly owns the sky and flowers and grass in which it touches, pollinates, and glides through, certainly something we live to strive to. We call ourselves free but we resemble more closely a tightly knit cocoon, yet natural progression of life tells us soon we will break free and fly amongst the trees like the Butterflys flutter bye on a dew filled morning, something for us to strive towards to break our mourning of the new found realization that we aren’t as free as things seem. 

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   Just something I wrote for a poetry class. I’ve taken a liking to writing poetry in paragraph form. I guess that would make it more so prose with extensive internal rhyme but I’m no English Major. Yet?

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   Be Stoked on life

   <3dan

2. Notes

I'm dan, I play bass guitar and enjoy a game called baseball. I'm defined through my poetry, which I've become less open about. Despite what you may have heard, I have a big heart.

I firmly believe for anyone to make another happy, one must be happy with oneself. With that said, I'm seeking satisfaction in myself.

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