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When I was in third grade we were asked to write a poem of anything we wanted. I remember hearing everyone rhyme and I loved the idea, so I went on with writing my poem and thought about my cousin who had recently passed and how everyone talked about butterflies being her favorite. So I started
There once was a beautiful Butterfly
who was afraid to fly,
Do not cry Butterfly
I will help you try.
So the Butterfly learned to fly,
And I have started to cry.
Butterfly, Butterfly,
Can't you see? Like you,
I want to be Free.
Keep in mind I was IN THE THIRD GRADE
And I was accused of copying someone because they decided to copy me. And the teachers had us stand in front of them and without our papers we had to recite our poem and proudly I stood and recited it perfectly. They were amazed and now I know why. I was freely expressing myself through art and I loved it. Now I know, expressing yourself is freedom to be who you want to be.🦋🦋🦋

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Lotus Festival, by Barbara Romain