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Social Butterfly
Social Butterfly
Social Butterfly
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Social Butterfly

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… In some eyes I am the
Same as I once was,
But now I have evolved,
Like the crescent moon
And the rising of the
Sun and the moon, like
A caterpillar slowly
Dancing in the wind …

Shakeria Camper is a woman of faith who loves to strengthen and uplift others. In her debut compilation of poetry, she shares inspirational reflections from a women’s prospective while exploring a vast array of emotions, her identity, and steadfast faith in God.

In poems that compare love to a flower in bloom, sadness to a dark cloud, and agony to a sweltering desert, Camper intertwines complex emotions
with the beauty and unpredictability of nature as she reflects on life, love , and heartache. Included in her collection is a touching verse that highlights
a mother’s unconditional love, the agony of being torn between good and evil, and the power of a woman’s intuition.

Social Butterfly offers a lyrical glimpse into a woman’s soul as she emerges from her cocoon and learns to spread her wings.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 27, 2016
ISBN9781483451176
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    Social Butterfly - Shakeria Camper

    bloom.

    A Look in the Mirror

    Sometimes I look

    At myself in the

    Mirror, and I know

    I’m not perfect,

    But I never came

    To realize my true

    Worth.

    Sometimes self-

    Hatred tears me

    Apart and rips

    At the very center

    Of my being, not

    Saying those three

    Simple words, "I

    Love you," or

    Knowing the true

    Person inside of

    Me.

    Tears flow, and

    Sometimes I cry

    To try to hide the

    Pain that dwells

    Internally, slow

    To burn self-love

    Is something that

    I have to learn,

    But sometimes its

    Hard when vomit

    Fills your throat

    And your stomach

    Begins to churn.

    But a mirror never

    Lies if a person is

    Truly genuine inside.

    It reflects the inner

    Beauty, one of strength,

    One of courage, one

    Of love, one that is

    Reversed from a heart

    That is as cold and

    As hard as stone.

    A mirror always tells

    The truth, and a simple

    Glance is all it took

    To see the sadness of

    The person staring

    Back at me from

    Inside its womb.

    A Single Tear

    Sadness lingers over

    me like a dark cloud,

    and my heart is torn,

    and happiness is no

    where to be found,

    but I will not shed

    a single tear.

    Loneliness has seeped

    into my soul because

    you are no longer in

    my life, and I walk

    around in gloom, and

    I am enclosed in my

    own womb, but I

    will not shed a single

    tear.

    I am filled with misery

    and pain from within,

    and a smile once planted

    on my face no longer

    remains, but I will not

    shed a single tear,

    because the world did

    not end when you

    walked out of my life,

    but instead there was

    a new beginning.

    Agony

    Walking in a hot,

    Sweltering desert

    With no water to

    Quench my thirst,

    Or shelter to protect

    My body from the

    Elements of the

    Earth.

    In the depths of

    Hell, its flames

    Rip open my flesh

    Until there is

    Nothing left for

    All eternity without

    A single soul not

    Even god to reach

    Out for me.

    Standing on top

    Of the highest

    Mountain, falling

    Continuously until

    I reach my death

    And gasp to take

    My last breath.

    Living my whole

    Life alone, old

    And frail, not

    Even a friend

    To take my hand

    As I walk through

    Wet sands.

    Not being able

    To look into your

    Eyes or see your

    Face every single

    Day as you walk

    By, not being able

    To see your smile

    That could last

    A life time like

    A beautiful open

    View, or to spend

    A single second

    Or minute without

    You.

    An Angel Touched My Heart

    I never knew that an angel

    could touch my heart. I

    never knew that an angel

    could touch my soul, so

    gentle, so loving, so kind,

    and yet so bold.

    I never knew that an angel

    could walk into my life

    and make me feel this way,

    deeply touching my heart,

    but still yet I am afraid.

    An angel touched my heart

    and brought joy into my life,

    if only for a brief moment,

    this angel seemed to make

    everything all right.

    With his gentle loving kindness,

    and caring ways, wishing he

    could forever be by my side,

    but yet he could not stay. He

    slowly drifted out of my life

    and chose to walk away.

    An angel touched my heart

    in more ways than he’ll ever

    know. His smile was as beautiful

    as the sun and worth more

    than gold.

    An angel touched my heart,

    more than he will ever know,

    and allowed my heart to grow.

    To soar and reach for the sky,

    once more, and filled my life

    with a happy song, but now

    the angel I once held close

    to me is gone.

    Angel’s Wings

    You’ve finally got

    your angel’s wings,

    and now you are free.

    Free to fly among the

    clouds in the sky.

    Free to walk through

    heaven where you no

    longer have to worry,

    where there will be

    no more tears to cry,

    because you are now

    nestled in the arms

    of the lord, and he

    will keep you safe

    from harm.

    So fly away, because

    many tribulations you

    have faced, but do not

    fear, because now you

    are in a better place.

    Angry Black Woman

    Just because

    I’m a strong

    Black woman,

    and sometimes I

    have a tendency

    to put my hands

    on my hips, it

    doesn’t mean

    that I’m liable

    to throw a fit.

    And just because

    I get angry doesn’t

    mean I’m PMSing.

    It just means that

    like you my day

    has been

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