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My vocal chords are wrapped in seaweed
Salt dances across my tongue so I speak,
With the sting of the sea on my lips,
Coral stretches from my fingertips
My touch becomes an ecosystem
Her name was chaos,
A woman so dangerous
She wasn’t the name
Of a hurricane,
But how you described it
She was the adjective
Of beautiful destruction.
She was born from the ashes
In pre-k I was taught to count to ten in Creole before I ever knew the word English.
The native tongue of the forgotten in America, was instilled into my lips.
Now I trace those words out onto my skin,
I believe that this country is at war
Our children soldiers
Fighting on the frontlines
Since Junior High
While the students
Are taking bullets
These so called activists
