The Blackest Woman On The Planet

SHE said...
The water that goes
Straight down our drains
Is running though us
Like red rivulet veins.

What you swallow
You later become.
Feed ocean poison
Blue Dolphins the same—

There’s no separation
Between The Mother Earth
And I.
Her womb is our
Mountain and sky.

Outside my window
Traffic, cars and people
Polluting the nectar
Flowing from Her nipple.

Birth control in me
Flushes out to sea.
Her fish are sterile
Can’t grow their seeds.
Unable to produce
No children to lead-

The water that goes,
Straight down our drains
Is running though us
Like red rivulet veins.

Our Mother Ocean
Is roaring in pain.

Man made chemicals
In what we eat.
Feeding fish estrogen
Comes back to me.
It’s all a cycle
It’s time to be wiser.

Mother Nature suffering
From corporation greed.
Our Luxury and Jewelry
Leaves her out to bleed.

Time to travel
Back to Her again
And find out
What it is She needs.