•Blue But·ter·fly
Represent change and transformation, comfort,
hope, and positivity.
Myles Smith is a very closed off person who is not use to change. Every person leaves as soon as they become an important factor in his...
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12:35pm
This is separation from basic, they know I'm more than that Yeah, don't try to just box me in I'm that nigga, they can not be him Come on, let's not pretend Working like I got a point to prove But I put up too many points to lose We making boisterous moves How many times can my voice get used? Now they tappin' in for features They was hatin' from the bleachers, I remember, uh Thought I wasn't keeping no receipts but I remember And I'm sorry not sorry if I offend ya Kept a steady pace with the patience, I let it render ——
I bobbed my head along to the music that was flowing through my earbuds. I allowed myself to escape through music whenever I could.
"Myles are you paying attention" I opened my eyes seeing that most of the class was now looking over at me. My teacher had his arms crossed against his chest with his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.
"Obviously not" I responded. Some people near me started laughing. I was really not in the mood for anything but I forced myself to go to class rather than being in my room.
"Matter of fact, come up here and present your piece" I sighed with a slight eye roll as I pushed myself up from my seat. This was my creative writing class and I loved it but the teacher was the only flaw. I wish someone else taught it.
"Present what exactly, it's a blank page" I was lying straight through my teeth. I never felt comfortable presenting the things I write down. Half of the people in the class wouldn't understand what it truly meant.
"The topic for this week was Love" I adverted my attention to my notebook that was filled with words. That four letter word gave me the most inspiration this past week of how I felt about it. I looked up to see almost everyone was looking at me. Most of the girls in the class had a huge grin on their face just staring at me. I scratched the back of my neck.
"Love, huh" my teacher cleared his throat waiting for me to start. Nervous wasn't even the word to describe how I was feeling in this moment.
"What is Love? It keeps me awake at night, Figuring out ways to change myself. But I can't seem to get it right. Am I the reason Or is it you, Should I keep trying, To prove my love to you I tried to escape But the pain it brings makes me want to stay, I loved you so much, Yet, you continued to push me to my breaking point. Love isn't real It doesn't bring joy If it did my heart would heal—"
I decided to stop reading the rest since it wasn't going to get any happier than that. I closed my notebook looking up. Everyone starting clapping their hands. I gave a closed lip smile looking at my teacher. He had a huge smile on his face.
