Stories by Maurice J Butts on Medium

A million Little Cuts.

Maurice J Butts — Thu, 14 May 2026 01:42:48 GMT

A million Little Cuts. By: Maurice J Butts

Tuesday, November 9, 2021
4:43 PM

A million little cuts oh they bleed, yet I still have the fuel I need, moving me forward to succeed, no failure or loss shall impede, my undying drive to take the lead.

A million Little cuts, they do sting, everyone is aware of the pain life can sometimes bring.

A million Little cuts, a metaphor of a life, at times great joy, others great strife.

A million little cuts needing bandages to cover, it’s in these trying times that we truly discover the true and the false begin to uncover.

A million little cuts can reveal an unknown strength or hidden skill, coming forth testing your will, in this you must work to control how you feel.

A million little cuts can run deep, but there are answers you must seek, for life isn’t for the weak.

Problems will arise that you must solve, allow each little cut to help you evolve!

The Script The script, written long before we were born everyone required to follow the norm.

Maurice J Butts — Wed, 13 May 2026 20:06:17 GMT

The Script

The script, written long before we were born everyone required to follow the norm.

The script, scribed in black and white, only two choices left or right

Stick to the script, play a part, it was meant to be from the start.

The script leaves no room for free will, just get a job learn a skill.

What happens to those who don’t follow the script, whom at times fall short or trip?

The script must make room for a world diverse, it’s the only way to lift "The Curse"

The script needs to lost altogether, it’s the only path we have to make things better.

It’s time for change, this we know, to make space for something new, the old script has to go.

MOM (a tribute to Mother’s Day) abridged version.

Maurice J Butts — Sun, 10 May 2026 15:40:07 GMT

There is nothing like a mother’s love,
A special gift from up above.
There is no match for that unconditional care,
A mother’s love will always be there.
It doesn’t take birth to carry the name,
Mothers on earth don’t all look the same.
Be it grands, aunts, or steps—it’s true,
Even a "mom stand-in" pulls us through.
Cleaning the scrapes and cooking the food,
All while teaching us how not to be rude.
Always with us through the thin and the thick,
Taking such good care of us when we are sick.
Holding us close whenever we cry,
Teaching us gently why it’s wrong to lie.
To every mother, we can’t thank you enough,
We appreciate you always being there when it’s tough.

To Behold To behold the things once thought a dream, at times impossible they did seem.

Maurice J Butts — Wed, 06 May 2026 01:26:55 GMT

To Behold

To behold the things once thought a dream, at times impossible they did seem.

To behold the degree, hard fought, earned, a completion of lessons learned.

To behold what these hands create to see that it turned out great.

To behold the beginning of the "big idea" on that day I shed a tear.

To behold the "code" as it sprang to life, no longer the doubt, no longer the strife.

To behold the words on this page, I can see I’ve grown wiser, more sage.

To behold the path that I have traveled, how everything has progressed, and never unraveled.

To behold, and take in all I’ve done, it took confidence from day one.

No No more double talk, there needs to be a plan, it’s time to figure out where everything stands.

Maurice J Butts — Tue, 28 Apr 2026 21:45:12 GMT

No

No more double talk, there needs to be a plan, it’s time to figure out where everything stands.

No to the promises, there needs to be action, the kind that will lead the whole to greater satisfaction.

No to the lies and open deceit, the finger pointing, cover ups, the new ways to cheat.

No to disrespect, inhumane treatment, to making others feel, less than, defeated.

No to oppression, being under someone’s heel, if the roles were reversed, how would that feel?

No to anything that hurts the whole, nothing should be allowed in that damages the collective soul.

"No" a word to protect boundaries or a place, but it should also be used in this current social space.

All of that noise The noise can be heard from all sides, the answers are found in where a heart…

Maurice J Butts — Mon, 20 Apr 2026 22:40:28 GMT

All of that noise

The noise can be heard from all sides, the answers are found in where a heart resides.

All of that noise amounts to nothing, without action, it’s only bluffing.

It’s easy for another to sit back and complain, don’t let all of that noise drive you insane.

Don’t let the noise alter your course, fight against all discourse.

All of that noise is disrespect, what you speak of some choose to reject.

All of that noise consists of others opinions, remember who truly holds dominion.

Silence all of that noise in your head, stop allowing it to fuel your dread, and follow your truth instead.

The Chair In the beginning it was feared, running away from the chair happened for years.

Maurice J Butts — Thu, 16 Apr 2026 00:45:17 GMT

The Chair

In the beginning it was feared, running away from the chair happened for years.

Seen as failure, going backwards, the chair was meant for "lazy cowards"

No longer visible once I sit, in the chair where will I fit?

Though my gait declined over time, to the chairs benefits I remained blind.

The day came when I had to change course, I could no longer defy my body by force.

The chair a hard pill to take, but ultimately it was best for my sake.

New freedom came it opened doors, the chair gave me a whole world to explore.

Limited by weakened legs, the chair changed my days.

On four wheels now I go, I no longer have to take it slow.

Thankful for my chair everyday, distance and fatigue, no longer in the way.

Therapy

Maurice J Butts — Thu, 09 Apr 2026 00:16:16 GMT

Therapy

Therapy can take many forms, it can help weather many storms.

Self care is the best form, giving a feeling, safe and warm.

Seeking help can pull one through, talking it out, perspective anew.

Finding peace with a furry friend, on who’s care one can always depend.

Don’t miss out on favorite foods, they do aid in better moods.

Finding true love can keep spirits high, it keeps the well from running dry.

Manage the body and mind in different ways, varying therapies can brighten days.

Threads Threads tie it all together, each piece another’s tether.

Maurice J Butts — Tue, 24 Mar 2026 23:10:52 GMT

Threads

Threads tie it all together, each piece another’s tether.

Life begins with the thread of family, the first to make love a reality.

On from this thread a branch to making friends, those who when around, the fun never ends.

The thread progression leads to school, the place at which one is either a nerd, or cool.

Social threads take their hold, one, either cautious or bold.

Out of this thread springs the couple, when the one wishes to double.

All of these bonds lead back to community, where the threads weave this tapestry altogether in unity.

Trapped Trapped, weighted down by the anchors of the past, breaking free slowly, going nowhere fast.

Maurice J Butts — Wed, 18 Mar 2026 04:33:03 GMT

Trapped

Trapped, weighted down by the anchors of the past, breaking free slowly, going nowhere fast.

Trapped in memories of pain and anguish, wondering if dark feelings will ever extinguish.

Trapped by the curses passed down throughout generations, the ones that have brought down nations.

Trapped by a cycle of endless violence, the tired, the worn, sit, silent.

Trapped by things stuck on repeat, don’t give up, don’t succumb to defeat.

Trapped in a world full of potential, the next few steps, consequential.

Trapped in space of darkness and light, keep holding true, continue to fight.

Trapped in the middle, finding that balance, creating the opportunities to rise, to bounce.