Those Things You Call A Poem

12102020

Born of rain and thunder

Of raging seas and decimating storms

Raised in stifling heat in summer

Faced hurricanes in its seasons

Survived earthquakes and tsunamis

Shoulders weighted by responsibility

Feet tied to culture

Hands bound by beliefs

Mouth gagged, I struggle to scream

I'll make you regret me

I'll make you hate me, more than you already do

I will destroy everything that you are

I will leave not a trace of you, all of you

Hair reminiscent of the night

Eyes beholding the abyss

Skin golden, bronze, earth

Battered and bruised

Clawing dirt and spitting blood

Refusing to be cowed

Cannot be bowed

In the shadows a smile