women want to be
delicate, soft,
beautiful
but
with the strength
to grow and change, to become
something no one ever expected them
to be, something
that has improved and evolved
in a metamorphosis, so
complex, so simple
so perfect, so
enduring
no one ever really knows
how they do it
they want to be
the words on your lips, the
fluttering
feeling in your stomach
making you nervous, making you
feel, making you
alive
they want to
overcome
like their mama
and her mama, and her mama
before her
tucking each daughter to sleep,
whispering
be strong, baby girl,
mi mariposa,
my butterfly