Soar Like a Butterfly

These thoughts of mine do not behold Let them soar high like wings befold Observe them come then watch them go I ain't nobody 's but my own These arms of mine not to be bought These lips of mine not to be sold Nor is my mind to be possessed or is this spirit to be undressed Let me be me Just let me be I ain't nobody's but my own Do not preclude raindrops from falling Through cascade paths I need to walk I need to rest where children sing Where gale winds shift against demands Against each mountain and every glass jar which traps these butterflies within my heart . P.S: This is a fiction poem ' Soar Like A Butterfly without being captured in the jar of this world 's demands.'