The grass seemed almost to vibrate
While the yellows came out to the sky
Clouds back drop-
Fully sprung trees
On their way to the summer time..
Yes, these clouds do pass

I went walking in the rain
I traversed mud puddled paths
through wood so lush and green
the water's weight upon the leaves
A bath so refreshing
To cleanse my skin, nourish my thirst
from a fountain so crystal and so clear
Vibrant grass all around me

The abundant flow of grief
crashes down
like a tidal wave
over one
individual
lonesome
body at a time
With its strength
it pulls, pushes
spits out, thrashes, spins
the body of the bereaved
For moments tossing
the body so high
it sees all the stars
in a way stars, Earth,
water, sky have never been seen
A small gift from grief
A token of light
to ease our suffering

Seated on a purple mat
I open the wood, engraved
box which holds
small pieces of my father
I remove the top
Exposing him to fresh air, sunlight
Small sprinkles of ash with
larger, more defined pieces of hard bone
resting on top
Running my finger along the rim
it becomes covered in his dust
I begin to nourish my orchid with his ashes
Wondering
is he nourished in return

Do you feel your body seperating again?
Do you know?
Was your spirit ****** into the flower ***?
Or the creases of my porch mat?

I am angry at men for so many reasons.
Women being assaulted every three minutes or so
Forcing us to bear all the weight of support
While not being granted any responsibility
At my dad for dying and leaving
At my step dad for having an affair
At my brother for hitting me so **** much while growing up
At my other brother for always staying away when he was unsure if we loved him.
At every man who hurt, threatened, hit my sister
For shredding our worth and self esteem
to cover up the immense insecurities men feel
due to societal expectations and pressures
put forth by generations of men who came before them
A toxic patriarchy they themselves will continue
For silencing me in every ******* conversation.
MOTHER Earth, NOT father.
****. YOU.

We got an orange president
and no way to report the news
They divided us and they conquered
I don't give a **** about you
You don't give a **** about me
Or us, or them, or justice, or humanity
We just gotta get the thumbs up,
the validation
and the evil green.