by Aryanna Alikhan
MISS WATER BODY
She dances with the wind,
Whirls and whooshes as the tide begins to rise,
Her power becomes like a woman with a million electrolytes.
She’s indestructible,
But her babies always in danger,
When Man pollutes her mind with toxins
And poisonous pollutants of their crimes.
Undisturbed by the damage,
The men continue to build,
And they encaptivate her in prison walls
Called dams.
Her babies begin to sink,
They begin to drown,
She begins to rise but by becoming a prisoner
In the eyes
Of men of the Americas.
How can she escape when toxic masculinity
Gives them power to define
Her future.
To strip her bare,
of her energy, wisdom, and power,
For hydroelectricity and industrial needs.
Feeding them exactly what they need
For profit and to feed
Their homes with whatever they need.
Their wants exceed their needs,
Demand exceeds the supply that she can supply,
Taking away everything that she needs
To survive.
One at a time
Murdering her babies and cutting her at her knees,
The only thing she asks is “please save my babies”.
The salmon of her rivers,
To her friends along the side.
The trees
That require her
To feed
On the fertilized soil
That she provides.
She is the river,
She is the sea,
She is the ocean across the planet,
That the men think they lead.
She is Miss Waterbody.
Under colonization,
She is held prisoner,
Surrounded by walls,
Or littering souls,
Constantly her body is being defamed
by a black gooey substance called crude oil
Left on her for eternity,
Constantly
Being harassed,
The men of war continue to attack.
Her only plea
Is “please save my babies!”
This poem was written by Aryanna Alikhan