The
Tsunami
Centuries
of oppression
And
the anger screams to the surface like a tsunami ready to destroy everything in
its path
It
is when the grounding she trusts deceives her
She
is labeled the destructor of man, and his structures and celebrations
She
is called a disaster
Yet
she was once the ocean
The
beautiful blue ocean,
And
as long as they could take a dip,
Swim
in her when they wanted,
As
long as she looked pretty
And
never caused anything more than a small wave
A
wave that they could safely surf over, until it was smooth again, Calm again,
She
was beautiful
She
was the ocean they bought their mansions for so they could look at the view while
they smoked their cigars and celebrated themselves, patting each other on the
back
But
when her plates were shifted
When
her grounding was taken from her
When
her trust was destroyed,
And
her fury could no longer be contained
She
would be called the enemy. The disaster.
The
destructor of man
Nobody
questioned what man had done
What
sins he had committed to her earth,
Her
soil, her nature
They
only blamed her, named her,
And
frantically scurried to dry land
To
escape her and clean up her destruction,
So
that man could continue, in his revolting dominant privilege.
Listen
to her. She must be heard. She deserves to be heard.
N.E.Teeuw
N.E.
Teeuw is a writer, poet and occasional songstress, who grew up in Melbourne,
Australia. A writer of short stories, poetry and prose she has recently
completed her first book titled One Hundred Valentines, which is a beautiful collaboration
of poetry, painting and prose and a story of love, loss, sensuality,
self-discovery and ultimately, self-love.
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