Understand this
A moth can be as beautiful
As a butterfly.
And even the plainest
Still has wings.
Today, I will not be praised.
Tomorrow, not remembered.
Still, I am dancing the night
In flutters and twirls.
This moment is mine.
Nancy Johnson James
Nancy Johnson James is an educator and artist based in Oakland, California. Her poetry is concerned with the environment within the urban landscape, justice, love and being human while being spirit.
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