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DuEwa M. Frazier
Is a writer, poet, dramatic artist and author of Shedding Light From My Journeys, a new volume of poetry. Contact DuEwa Frazier
directly to obtain your copy!

Born in Brooklyn and raised in St. Louis.  She is CEO/Founder of Lit Noire Publishing and the author of an upcoming play, Me and Zora. She resides in New York.

Butterfly

I found rainbows
in my eyes today
I found rainbows
in my mouth today
rainbows in my soul
and wings to fly, fly, fly
I saw myself weaving
in and out of my life
I saw myself
shedding old skin
a metamorphosis
of many colors
Liken me to a new soul
dancing into my new skin
I too am a wonder-filled creature
unfolding strange and free
Butterflies cannot be caught
You can't hinder a butterfly
just smile
bless it
and let-it-go
Release me
I, butterfly
unfolding
strange and
free


Rebirth

Take me not for your
footstool because
my words are sometimes
soft
soft
soft
What happens to the little
girls
the little girls
the little girls
What happens to the little girls
who become women who give
too much
taught that it's love that will
set you free from insecurity
and fears that people call
unreasonable and physical pain
people say is only imagined

What happens to the little girls
who become women who give
too much
locating what you think is the heart
of a man behind the handsome face
with locks or the
Brooks Brother brotha
what you think is the heart of a
man passionate yet vulnerable
is really unavailable and unwilling
to be open the way you need

What happens to the little girls
who become women who give too much
too much love, too much time, too much loyalty,
too much admiration, too much adoration,
too much bending over backwardness
to soothe, cajole and change the
mind of an irrational, unavailable half-heart
you see prior strength turns to too little
self care
becoming weak, needy and unbalanced
in the eyes of your desire

What happens to the little girls
who become women who give too much
searching for self in the mold of another
left limp and dry, desperate with an
abundance of tears forming rivers
of your dreams around you
calling for rebirth, rebirth, rebirth

What happens to the little girls who
become women who give too much
God becomes your savior
a plea to guardians and Jesus
mental searches of your psychic past
and chaotic present come rushing to mind
Spiritual workings from the heavens
above wrap around your body and spirit
to come in and do your surgery
as you lay in the dark recovery of your soul
calling out for rebirth, rebirth, rebirth

You see, loss of self becomes
newfound identity
Love looks different now
the little girl smiles
the woman never forgets

Copyright © 2001, 2002
DuEwa M. Frazier, Lit Noire Publishing



DuEwa M. Frazier
Is a writer, poet, dramatic artist and author of Shedding Light From My Journeys, a new volume of poetry. Contact DuEwa Frazier
directly to obtain your copy!

Born in Brooklyn and raised in St. Louis.  She is CEO/Founder of Lit Noire Publishing and the author of an upcoming play, Me and Zora. She resides in New York.