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Mother EarthI am beautiful
I create sunsets, and waterfalls
and highest mountains, white tipped with snow
rainbows and green green trees
And you destroy them
tear them down
cloud the sky with your smoke
throw your trash in my water
float your oil on my oceans
scar my skin, my surface with your explosions
fight your petty wars over land I give to all of you
Can you even answer that?
Can you justify taking for granted everything I give to you?
I didn't think so.
And that's disappointing
Amirah means PrincessMy mother named me Amirah (princess)
And raised me to be such.
High shoulders, sharp mind, and sense of justice unmatched by any other.
She told me when I was very young, to treat each person
each grain of sand
with the same kindness, adoration and respect
And she taught me that if I want it,
the whole world is my kingdom
But I was content in my little corner in the east.
My father taught me how to speak words that inspire
And so I used my voice, to make friends, connections
stronger and thicker than any rope
I came into my teenage quasi womanhood living in a tiny world
Only vaguely aware of what was around me
I took for granted the feel of sun on my neck
and ocean spray in my face
and the way my long hair tangled in the wind.
I had the thirst for knowlege bred deep within me
and all the time in the world at my feet.
I didn't know how much I would need those lessons I learned at such a young age
My world shattered around me when I was sixteen,
and I saw for the
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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