They say a great many things about you
Sometimes you are a monster
Surging with power
Your screams defying comprehension
A roiling ripple of destruction
Making ships collide
Towers crumble
slipping into the dark abyss
your yawning mouth
Some days you are beautiful
Clear; tranquil even
Your song the lullaby of sleep
Some say you are a warm hostess
Your many rooms decorated lavishly with coral
Seaweed braided into your hair
Thousands of guests who marvel at your beauty
And your children who roam as they please
They call you sensitive
When you're hurting and you lash out
they say you're overreacting
They think they understand
They don't
Don't know what those blue eyes have witnessed
Over your years of travel, centuries
Watching what is done to your children
Observing the change of the land
Seeing the changes in your home
Taking everything that is thrown at you
Stones, garbage, bodies
With no recourse but to let it fester
They don't know
the creatures you hide away in the deep
The places no one has seen
The battles you fight
The demons you keep trapped
For your love, the land; for your children, for yourself
They have no idea how quickly things can change
And when there is nothing for you to do to them
When you have spent your emotions
And your rath slides through the sand back to the deep
When you don’t want to fight
When you want to feel something you can control
Throw yourself against the jagged cliffs
Pull out your seaweed hair
Let them try to define you
They cannot contain the pallet of your indigo emotions
Let them fumble to describe your artistry
Let them scratch their heads when you don’t follow their charts and data
Your borders don’t define you
You don’t owe them an explanation
Why should you care about the opinion of blind fools
They cannot tell you who you are
They don’t know you from Adam
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