Temperament
Delicacy
I am no kind of flower
I am 2 storms raging against one another
Rising temperatures
By the simplest hours
Fighting lighting with thunder
Wishing I had it different
Different houses
Different mothers
Are we not all blessed to be alive?
Are we not all ****** to feel fury?
Raging against the enemy
The mirror
The pull of still water

We rage against ourselves.
Against the self we see in others
Disembodying respect
That we deserve by being alive
By being human
By realizing we are only so

Because we are scared
Of using ourselves for destruction
And not for power
Of blowing wind full of heavy weights
And breaking all the flowers

Delicacy
Temperament
Silent storms can carry peace.
Corn field after corn field
But loud storms can carry power
An eloquent power
That speaks to corn fields
And little girls like me
That we are undeniably
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