I called on the wind
Maman would have had a fit
I called for the wind by name.
I asked her today
Please sing my song to the world
and just like my hair she curled
Noisy spirals, like
lunar periods tidal.
The wind spoke in mania
She's shouting, howling.
A drunk Father passing through
A scared Mother beating you
Momentarily
Wind made me god, and I was
bigger than I ever knew
I am powerful
and destructive, tormented
still by being invented
Then manifested
in earthly form as human
ever striving for balance
When inside of me
Equity had been replaced
Now anger stood in its place
Personified, I'm
Refocusing my compass.
But to where do I set course,
What is my purpose?
Concerned with Identity
To seek out Serenity
*god isn't capitalized on purpose
*every other stanza rhymes to juxtapose order and chaos
*5/7/7 syllable structure