My eyes are closed and here you are, piercing through the thinness of my lids.
You warm the darkest winters and light up the coldest days of my heart.
You are transatlantic, universal,
You remind me of who I am and where I am from.

Ever-consistent in your daily rise and set.
Essential to the churning of the wheels of humanity,
Dare I call you the civic catalyst

Nevertheless, you are split,
Destined to show a side of yourself at a time
You are tendered, cautioned from exposing yourself fully to the bodies that be.
“Good” and appreciated when watered down,
“Lethal” and “unnecessary” in your entirety.

Yet you show us who we are,
Sometimes without the color—you cast us as our innate and solely that.
I hope for your own casting one day.