The monarch, who stretches her wings and glides through the air,

leaping for the brightly colored petals without a single care,

Beauty to the world but poison to every foe,

I, like the monarch adapt to the place I go.


I'm social to the people I meet,

but protect myself in discreet,

I'm bright in personality like the monarch is in look,

and in contrast, I am nothing textbook.


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