Mother Nature

do not mistake my laughter for agreement 

I am not on your side 

the toxicity on your lips does not 

impress me 

I’d try and chisel away at your stone wall of ignorance 

if only I had the energy 

you see, 

me and these women I call sisters 

we are routed to the ground like trees 

we are the leaves beneath your feet 

we are your mother 

we are your grandmother 

and no matter how many times 

you stick an axe in us 

we will just keep growing 

we will just keep living.