does the caterpillar know it’s a butterfly too or is it like “what the fuck am i doing”

this poem is for the black boys who were lost and is dedicated to morgan and the legacy of black schools, black culture, and black people.

does the catepillar know it’s a butterfly too?

that given time, it’s ugly awful appearance will transform

transcend

does the caterpillar know the ground is not forever.

that given time and place

she will rise above and float with such beauty 

that even the birds would be jealous.

how can she do that?

transform.

does the caterpillar know that she just may be the rain in the drought

the harvest in famine

the flood in the desert

the good word in the last days of the world

the redeemer.

does the caterpillar know that her beauty is not for convenience

her construct is not for subservience 

her life is not built for chains and shackles

and she is not made for the earth but for the skies.

does the caterpillar know that god flows through every cell in her goo.

and that once out of the cocoon

will ride on her wings.