Butterflies into Burnt Cocoons

Sitting here, head in the clouds.
I'm dreaming.
I'm screaming.
No talking, I'm just breaking and faking.
Remembering how to be someone else, and
Remembering what to do to be false.
Wishing I could be someone other than me.
Looking in the mirror at a tortured soul.
Blocking out everything and shutting down.
I retreat into the shadows to fade to nothingness.
Reverse metamorphosis.
The cocoon burns and falls to the ground.
There's nothing left and I cannot be found.
I'm tired.
I'm mired.
Through the scars and the wars, I still have lots of fears.
Holding onto a thread that is slowly fraying.
My wings are coming unglued and collapsing.
If I had some fairy dust or if I could hold a shooting star,
The hope I had wouldn't be failing, and I wouldn't be falling.

All Are Equal

Free, Free, Free at last!
Thank God Almighty! I'm free!
Finally, I'm free.

Slavery is ended.
The abolitionists won.
Freedom is so sweet.

I am on my way
To a far better country
Where there are no slaves.

Sweet, sweet Canada!
No one looks at your colour,
And treats you equal.

Sweet equality!
Abolish awful racism!
Be kind to all people.

Black, white don't matter.
If you look beyond the skin,
And see who they are.

No stereotypes.
Always look beyond the skin.
Colour is skin deep.