"To be soft is to be powerful." - Rupi Kaur
For the boys who are told they can't show emotions
For the girls who are called weak because of their skin
For those who can't find the power within themselves or are unable to unsheathe it.
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It was an empty, soft blue-green Lapping and dancing A constant movement, A constant force, That'd wash cities to dust
They underestimate it The waves and those that live inside of it Waves that'd wash you under Again and again Until you were in it's grasp And it'd never let you go Monsters that lurk in the deep Tentacles and fangs Claws with crusty crimson And rows after rows of teeth
Is the world complicated? Or is it just us Does skin and organs determine Life and value? Or is it power We tend to forget that we're part of nature We're a part of the bird soaring the morning sky The gray, ominous clouds swirling above The wolves howling to the moon The river washing away anything that steps in We're a part of the roaring seas, the forests and all that live inside of it, the mountains that tower into the heavens Never forget you belong here just as much as the soil beneath your feet
