climate justice
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Control
Control
We lose sight of the goal amidst the control
For history can repeat itself
A weary soul vested for it's realization
In each human heart the quest for wisdom
Undertow
In my earliest memory I am drowning,
upside down in the shores of my hometown.
I’m two years old, on the sand with Mom,
seaglass in our pockets
and startling cool water on our toes.
