Tornado

Thank you, tornado

When I was ten, you whipped through town

Sirens blared

I thought nothing of you, told my friends

“My mommy isn’t hiding in the hallway

Mommy says there’s no bad weather”

Mommy was in the hallway, but I didn’t know

I was at school

We went in the hallway

You knocked down the playground 

Splintered the surroundings

Flooded the city

Now, I know to respect the storms

Their process

Many things are destroyed but they can be rebuilt

I was destroyed but also rebuilt

Better, I suppose

Thank you, tornado. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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