A polite ocean lapping acreage away,
Just to be ignored, day after day.
Asking and asking, but no one to help.
Finally she retracts, pulls into herself.
Further away she drifts, gathering in size.
While everyone mutes warnings of sea level rise.
No problem for me means no problem for you,
What works for me must work for you, too.
But finally she bursts forth,
Foam, froth and fright!
Every dismissal built up an enormous height.
Tried every avenue, filled every channel.
Now she tsunamis her point to these mammals.
Can't forgive or forget when shes swelled to this size
All logic blurred with salt water in eyes.
She tried to talk and no body would listen,
One persons frustration,
Becomes everyone's prison.
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Kiki Le Tigre
Kiki Le Tigre is a part-time poet, part-time human, committed to honest self expression. This expression is made public in hopes of inspiring others, or creating a connection point for those who may feel lost. Email: [email protected]
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