Death Of A Butterfly Comments

I really enjoyed reading this, but when I got to this part: Her fate is to be chosen, A woman is not to choose. I was perplexed and shocked. Where I live, women are certainly free to chose. Nobody makes their choices for them. I was drawn to your poem because I have one with a similar title. It is called 'Butterfly of Death' and I invite you to read it. Thanks.

Herein lies the difference between feathers and wings, a woman is not a feathered creature like an eagle meant to soar high, rather she is a winged butterfly, not to fly freely on the blows of winds, but to reach from one to another flower...such is the limitation of women-folk here in our side of the world...with the exception of a rare kind, the general lot is the same...here Death is not something physical, not feeling free to exercise one's choice is also Death... i'm not 100% sure of my interpretation but i read it like this... thank you for writing and sharing this poem... regards - - - - - - - - - -