A pretty pink caterpillar plays her part perfectly
She knows what’s expected of her
Though sometimes she wonders…
What if she doesn’t want to be pretty and pink?
She makes caterpillar friends,
And feels content
Though questions linger,
Could she wander off the path that has been set for her?
The day is finally here
For this caterpillar to evolve
The pretty pink caterpillar enters her cocoon
Her parents are so proud
They patiently await the return of their
Pretty pink daughter
But a pretty pink butterfly does not emerge
This butterfly has
spots of yellow,
flecks of purple.
Pink accents remain,
Among the many colors and patterns decorate their wings
They’re a little apprehensive to leave the cocoon,
Afraid of what their friends and family will think
They find the courage to fly
The wind feels good in their wings
They’ve never felt so light and free!
They spot other multicolored butterflies,
And discover a wonderful, supportive community
They feel like they truly understand themselves for the first time
This was the missing link
It just makes sense
After a while, they go home to visit their parents
They have been dreading this inevitable conversation
Their parents can clearly see they’ve changed
What happened to their pretty pink daughter?
Why are there so many colors on her wings?
Still, they say they will make an effort to understand
Despite saying they are supportive,
The parents neglect to update their language
To reflect this beautiful, complex butterfly
Over time, the butterfly’s colors fade
Their wings become a
They lose their confidence, their identity
It’s easier to recede into pink than defend their colors
Still, they mourn the loss
How can such an amazing thing bring so much pain with it?
The pain of being treated like the pretty pink caterpillar of their past
This pink charade is exhausting
What could be wrong with their wings?
Why can’t they just live their truth?
It’s one thing for their parents to be ignorant
They could not have known about the colorful potential,
Their pretty pink caterpillar would unleash
But now… There is no excuse
They’ve seen their true identity
They are willfully hanging onto the past
Can’t you see how you are affecting the butterfly?
The poor butterfly has lost what made them special
To appease you.
To protect themselves.
To cope with You.
Every “she” and “her,”
Their wings get pinker
As they are broken
Into the pretty pink box
Are you happy now?
Because they are not.