when i was three, Katrina was a Three
she paid me a visit
but i ran to the Windy City
and remained for six months

when i returned, Katrina was gone
but she took with her
everything i knew
my car, my couch, my carpet

she left behind a broken home
and forced me to sleep
in a freezing tent
in my front yard

she left behind broken spirits
no source of income
no school to attend
no understanding of why

at three years old
i just wanted my bed
i wanted dry floors
i wanted to life before the storm