What if....? (A Poetry of Growth)

We look in mirrors and still blind to existence.

I write and live with purpose. 

Because my soul has been on trial since birth.

I am lucky to be cradled from a distant universe. 

Different colors, different textures, but full of love.

Not every situation is meant to be a conversation.

But, what if...

The clouds could not live with the sky.

The sun was seen as too aggressive.

The water was considered too emotional.

The ground is not meant to be "beautiful".

What if.

The wind was mocked for wanting to further her success.

The rain was sexualized for how she embraced herself.

The flower was bullied for petals on her head.

The moon was only seen for athletics.

What if.

The stars were denied and called "overqualified".

The tornado was spiraling from childhood trauma.

The fires burned from betrayal.

The floods drowned when her pain was ignored.

What if.

She was me.

She is me.

And people act surprised.

When they knew all along.

What if.

We do better.

Be better.

Remember the truth.

And plan a story for others to understand.

What if.

We listen for once.

And think about those we care about

Because this isn't a fight about them.

It's a fight about US.

-Nygilia McClain