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The Story Of Cathy The Catterpillar

Crawling through the amazon forrest. Her body too heavy for take off. Her dreams were something to be forgotten.

Everyday she woke up to the view of the green magical mountain waterfall. Tired of bathing in the left over water on the ground. All Cathy the catterpillar wanted was to taste pure water with no pieces of sand or scent of feet.
Stoop on the mountains and feel the suns heat that couldn’t even be blocked by even the tallest of tree’s.

She was alone. Sad and confused. Her mother Betty the Butterfly happy , flying high up in the sky & loved by all. While she was fat and hated by all .

“Why cant I be beautiful like mommy? When will I taste that fruit from the high tree? God why don’t you love me? God please come down I don’t think you have seen me.”

Days and nights passed. Some of her friends were squished flat by the shoes of man. Everytime her sisters disappeared from the ground, months later they came back and flew to the clouds as butterflies.

One day she ate and ate as many leaves as she could. Ran away to the lake and was suddenly stopped by her reflection on the water staring back at her. Angry at what she saw, she crawled and struggled making her way up the forrest tree.

She hung upside down, ready to throw herself down to the ground in hopes she would die. Just when she was a about to let go from the branch. A voice came from the sky saying “Hold on Cathy my child & tell me what is it that you really want?”

She cried “Father why cant I be thin and beautiful like mother?” God smiled and asked “Who said fat is ugly? Look at the Elephant, Look at the Rhino. They are not the prettiest of animals, but my child people will only see you how you want them to see you.” Cathy looked more confused and God continued “Listen Child, If you see beauty in your faults and find those who love you for who you are, what others think wont affect what you think of yourself.” Cathy now was seeing what her Father was saying and was starting to smile. “Let me leave you with these words my child” God said as he was leaving Cathy “You can let go of the branch and die or you can hang on and change the things you dont like about yourself and have a story to tell that would change the lives of other catterpillars to learn to love themselves. I’ll let you eat yourself inside a ball called a cacoon for six month. If you dont like something about yourself, change it. If you cant change it, then live with it and so will others. Or you can let go and many others like will continue doing the same.”

God patted Cathy and left. Cathy held on the whole night thinking until she fell asleep . To her surprise she woke up in a caccoon and had six months to make her new body.

She was changing herself everyday until she realised that she was changing herself to be loved by others and was not changing herself so she could love herself. So she decided to be unique from all the butterflies and knew what she did was all thanks to the man in the sky.

The day came, Cathy came out flying to her mountain top and get her light that she always wanted. But on her everyone was stopping and pointing at her, Cathy was something was different. She was not blue, purple , pink or green like any other other butterfly. Cathy was brown ,black and white . All she loved was flying around at night and was attracted to light not flowers.

She now didn’t wake up to the view of her favourite magical mountain. She instead woke up on her favourite mountain and tasted the finest water from the waterfall and looked down at the tall trees that have been blocking her from the light her whole life. But she knew something was missing, why isn’t she happy? Until one day she saw some catterpillars looking at her from below with tears in their eyes.

Cathy went down to speak to the abondoned catterpillars as she knew the feeling of feeling unwanted and wished you were in another body. At first they looked at her funny and whispered names as she stooped in the rock in front of them. She smiled and said “Calling another ugly, doesn’t make you beautiful. What makes you beautiful, is accepting another as they are and seeing beyond your eyes.”

Cathy made her last announcement before she flew off and said “From today you will no longer call me an ugly butterfly, I am what you call a Moth. I love the moons reflection and I love light. When others sleep at night and dream, I wake up fly and live my dream.”

For generations and generations the tale of the brave catterpillar who inspired many and became the first moth in the world is still celebrated by catterpillars every where & in her rememberance every night moths fly towards any light and gather sing.

So like that Brave catterpillar why dont you my children ask yourself this question today. Why fit in? When you can stand out? Like the catterpillar if you dont like something change it, if you cant then live with it. Live to love yourself and others will love you too.

-The End-

By Luthando Dayile

$igned : Lucky

Too Soon

Its still too soon for us to grow old.

When caterpillars start flying,
They don’t even notice the greener grass but the tallest branch that grows.

Its never too soon;
But can be too late.
Its never too late,
Death to flesh is always too soon.

Breath has everything too lose,
To death that has nothing to lose.

Its too soon, Lingers.
When hormones Flicker.
Where more home builders,
Strike when homes are wrecked by branded beamers.

Hearbroken,
Tossed coined into hard soil.
Head flipped to the tail,
Hapiness locked prisoned in jail.

Its too soon for the poem to end in the middle of nowhere.
Its too soon but I apologise I have to go somewhere.

Its too soon…

$igned : Lucky

Victory In Defeat

Heart in shreds.
Eyes still shed.

Stars replaced by lightbulbs.
Mars seperated from Venus.

Victory defeated .
Truth somewhere in History.

History defeated.
Truth remaining a mystery.

Pregnant desires remaining so.
Born fires leaving cold.

Caterpillar falling from its cacoon.
R.I.P butterfly
Would you take for the moon?

But the ground swollowed.

Now I know for my heart it wasn’t you.

$igned : Lucky

Seeds Aren’t Certain, So Is Love…

Autumn leaves blowing in spring.
Abundant tree but the fruits refuse to fring.
Branches reaching out to passing wind.

Trees baring wrong fruits,
Bit Adam,
So what makes you think that you’ll be their madam?

Sun turns its back,
Photosynthesising in the shade.
Hose crying on the dusty floor.
Fertile soft soil,
Hardens & watches me spoil.

Absent in harvest.
When ripe; Present with spoons while others pave with forks.

Nothing is for certain.
Plant seeds; bring light open your curtains.

Anything that doesn’t grow is dead.
Let go of hurting love.
Anything that grows dies.
Hang tight to love while the time can.

Emotions grow in winter,
Love blows in autumn.
Mind settles in summer.
Now let the heart blossom in spring.

$igned : Lucky

Seeds

Burried lost forgotten seed.
Siting in the dark,
Slowly growing into the light.

Excuses delaying its growth.
Lies blowing the truth away,
Decomposers worming they way to the stem,
Fruits hiding inside afraid of the stomping tramping boots of men.

Fertilisers numbing for the moment,
Tyrant winds wrenching to that planted moment.

Tears watering the soil.
Seed clinching unto the Family Tree Roots;
Slow the harvest,
All because the farmer was not honest.

The seed grew into its own tree,
& Broke the branches of the family tree.

Two became Three,
You, me & the secret that was a seed planted in me that couldn’t let me be.

I cut the grass;
Releasing the slithering snakes that crawled & held from the start.

I raked the leaves,
I prayed for my family tree not to leave.

I took the seed to the light;
A flower that bared the wrong fruit;
Blossomed to a rose,
Surrounded by thorns that resembled our fear of telling the truth.

Secrets will spoil like milk;
The longer it remains , the sour it will go.
The bigger the stain, the sharper the pain.

Secrets will make you their servant.
Starts as that tadpole, that grows & bounces leaf to leaf eating all the dirty flying insects.

We don’t know the direction of the wind,
Uncertain if today that bird will wake up & sing or take off across seas.

Be honest talk,
Hold hands walk.
Love hurts when time reveals,
Time heals when love reveals.

Take those dimmed seeds to the light & save the family tree.
Don’t plant in the dark your branches will never grow free.

Love keeps no records of wrongs,
Secrets slow feelings & that true love prolongs.

$igned : Lucky

Big City Lights

Big City Lights
Dim reality
Bright fantasies
Slowly ripping the petals of our daisies.

Fast cars
Slow the tar on the pavement.
Walking into a mirage,
Dodging cupid’s arrow for what’s parked in the garage.

Materials,
Serial killers.
Materials,
Over working us.

Love lost,
Money found.
Infants hosts,
Sickness bound.

Big City Lights,
Hiding behind cracked walls.
Big City Lights,
Deaf to the Fathers call.

Shadows escaping from flesh.
Widows wearing white while the wounds are still fresh.

Mothers breastfeeding chemicals,
Babies abandoned praying for miracles.
Fathers lost in the music,
Children lonely becoming clueless.

Big City Lights,
On day & night.
Sun starts to fight,
Moon giving up its bright.

Blankets on pavements
Skin with no pigment
Wanting, craving, killing for that forbidden element.

Big City Lights
Leaving minds in the dark.
Big City Lights,
When will you stop taking life?

Dice rolled
Homes in 6’s & 7’s
We closer to hell than we are to heaven.

Big City Lights
How dare you!
Big City Lights
Who dared you?

Condemnation consoled by condoms.
Adultery,
A growing tree.

Big City Lights
When will you fuse?
Big City Lights
I’d rather walk in the dark than in your light if I was to choose.

Open your eyes
Be deaf to the city lies.

Open your heart,
Not legs then when you slowly depart.

Big City Lights
Get lost!

Don’t follow the light,
Before you get lost.

Big City Lights…

$igned : Lucky

Sun Set

Sheep leading shephards to shelter.
Grass fed to leopards.

Sunset rising the cold,
Sunrise stressing the old.

Sky falling,
The ants hide.

Giants gallavant;
On clouds they reside.

Children of the soil,
Water your land.

Children of the spoilt,
Water your rand.

Clock on the wall,
Time is up.

Clock on the wall,
Your time is not enough.

Sun set,
You were only warm when we met.

Sun set,
Sunrise lets connect.

$igned : Lucky

This Room

In this room,
I stay up, wake up.

Think about all my break ups.
Smile ,
Move forward, trim my tears with some make up.

No one knows me like my room,
We lay stare at the moon,
Then dream that an upgrade with sliding doors & a balcony is coming soon.

We sit together,
kiss but never tell,
Its the only place thhat doesn’t fell like hell.

These four walls,
stand tall & guard me.

These four walls,
Know how I really feel about she.

This mirror reflects ,
These eyes connect,
I gladly accept ,
And Love myself with no regret.

This bed at night,
Brings light & holds me tight when I have a fright.
This pillow catches my tears,
Closes my eyes & erases my fears,
Crafting me to wonderland where my fantasies appear.

This room is me,
I am my room.

Fashion shows before I go out,
Yes no? It never shuts up.

These windows see my thoughts & confrontations.
Those one on one fantasy talks that occur in mind and cause depression.
And when the times comes I become dumb with no expression.

This room knows my ambition,
My missions
Its always silent when listening to my confensions.
It never judges !
Holds no grudes!
Its my place of meditation where silence is my medication.

This room hears my mothers cry.
Hears my stupid lies.
Knows all my family ties,
Yet still Loves me & stays by my side.

Id kick these walls, when I dont have it all.
You’d just toss me to my bed,
Make me forget about what makes me sad.
Then you’d conspire with music,
Then Id just dance sing & just lose it.

This room is my world,
It knows me without saying a word.
It loves me like no another,
It really would be sad if I moved to another.

Another will come,
And love you like me.

Place this on my will,
This Room must know how I really feel.

This room is life,
One day I hope I share it with my wife.

$igned : Lucky