No one calls me by my name.
She inhales.
Sprouting life from nothing but what once was.

They grow they walk they run.
Beauty in what they think they do, what they think they should be, what they think is right--
Seeing nothing but themselves in the highest chair.

They separate they split they scream.
Horror in what they create, what they think they should destroy, what they successfully destroy.
She pauses.

Rebuilding what was taken from her. Replenishing her soul. Her essence.
She is life. She is above.
But what do they know --they fall they lay they die.
They repeat. They do not learn.

Ancient being, new life. Perfection, are they error?
She exhales.
Mother.

You said
"It's not you,
It's me"
Maybe it was true-
I haven't had a clue
That it was for the better,
Even though it felt like a fetter.

You lifted me up,
Called me pretty-
Was it just your pity?
Then you got bored;
I've felt so ignored.

I know I've always been pretty,
Sometimes I've been too gritty,
To the little old me,
Now I know there's no price on me,
No measure of my worth-
I deserve to walk on this Earth.

*** laude
but still survive by making lattes
oat, soy, or is 2% okay?
my tongue strains from over complicated names
i’d rather be where the trees meet the beach
i’d rather see where the ocean meets me
i’d rather be in the in between
i’d rather be surfing in tropic scenes
but i am clocked in
dialled in to deliver the best service
i am locked in
dialled in to automate, surrendering purpose
shocking the lack of stopping
the earth keeps earthing

The cloud is crumbling,
Rainy day ahead,
The air is soaked
The flavour of heavy soil.

New life is born
In the depths of the merciful Earth
We are all Her sons and daughters.

I wait
And wait
And wait

Gaia waits
And waits
And waits

I wait
To be captivated
Gaia
Waits to be released

                                 We both wait

Why did skin color and race become one and the same?
Countless people have said that there’s only one race;
the human race.
But that’s false.
The color of one’s skin separates them from everyone else.
It’s as if we don’t all breathe oxygen.
Or talk in our own languages.
Or walk here and there and everywhere else.
Or have our own kinds of thoughts.
The only thing that makes us different is our skin color.
Literally,
that’s the only thing.

No one chose their skin color,
so why hate and discriminate based on it?
Speaking for myself,
I love being a black woman.  
I’m left with no other choice.
Everyone wants to keep me low,
but I go high.
Even though this world hates me the most,
I show it that I’m still going to step on its neck each
and every time.

Being a decent human being isn’t difficult.
What satisfaction is derived from being disrespectful to someone’s
who’s different from you?
If you had to wear the shoes of everyone
you blindly hate,
you’d be singing a much friendlier tune.
There’s enough ugliness in this world.
Hatred solves and proves nothing.
This Earth needs some serious cleansing.
And that can only happen by everyone
accepting that we’re all the same as the next person.

-Mia J
2/10/2021

© 2021 Mia J

Her tears first started after she bit an apple.
The instructions were to not eat from the Tree of Knowledge.
She was deceived by a lurker in the grass and flipped the Earth on its head.
As she left the beautiful green garden, her tears sunk into the grasses giving it and everything else life.
Her tears poured out like a tsunami when her son murdered his brother over envy.
Her ears and eyes cried when she heard the screams of her daughters bearing new life.
No one cared about her tears as she was forced away from her home.
Nobody protected her from hands that didn’t belong near her body.
She and her sisters flooded the oceans and seas with salty tears from their swelled-up eyes.
She was never silent with her crying, but no one ever heard her.
Her body as well as those of her children were consciously buried at sea to avoid the atrocities that awaited them in the New World.
Her disobedience caused mankind to fall, but her children were innocent.
Initially.
But has she not cried enough?
Are her tears not an acceptable display of how sorry she is?
The Earth continues to be fertilized by her tears and she’ll never stop giving it life.
Her sons and daughters hate each other and are hated by individuals who are just like them.
She and her sisters left enough tears at their children’s graves to bring them back to life.
Her tears are scattered all over this Earth and yet she’s still crying for all of her children.
Won’t they just learn from their mother’s mistake so they won’t inherit her heavy heart and swollen eyes?

-Mia J
10-21-2020

© 2020 Mia J