A Woman Unfolding

A woman unfolding like a bird with closed wings
But only I have opened mines to fly
Surviving the growing pains
And even the responsibilities I have gained
The wind calls me to fly then I look and see
That this woman unfolding has turned into a lovely black butterfly
With a mind strong like one of the world leaders
I have become the essence of my ancestors who smile upon me
to be all that I can be
because as the world can see I am unfolding like no other man, woman or child.
© Tiffany Collins