and she gave me life
and still I spurn her
I talk back when she
turns up the heat in october
I snap sharp when she
lets in the snow in july
I run scared when her
hand smacks so hard in the ocean
that hurricanes erupt
cross our shores and our sky
I cry when she sings me to sleep
with her thunder
I beam when she prods me awake
with her song
I look away, far away
when she's crying and dripping
her tears from her glaciers
that melt in the sun
I run away, far away
as I toss in her oceans
all the trash that I've made
from the graves that we've dug
and I watch as you hurt her
my mother, our mother
my favorite color
my first love
my home
and she gives me life
and, yet, still I burn her
and watch as she struggles
and suffers
alone
🌎🌍🌏
