Do you badger a butterfly
on the hues of it’s wings
Cat-call a peacock
for it’s sapphire feathers
Why am I bullied
on the curls of my hair
Whistled at
for my sparkling eyes
I am a firefly
in a jar of moths waiting
to extinguish my lights and
be set free of my lavish bonds
I beg for the day
when my hair will gray
my teeth yellow
when my old bones
will groan for rest