Mother Earth made you with a green pigment,

the same pigment she used to color herself into

existence because if no one listened to her,

she’d make her own ears.

Her own audience,

that would follow every

curve that she owned up

into her burning core.

Until the moment she gave

birth to the first human,

how her creation of stars

still begged for more,

as if her image was blurred

into Midas himself.

And when Earth asked

politely, to stop hitting her,

man started to smudge her mascara,

by using up the oils she carefully crafted.

Spraying an intoxicating amount

of her ex-boyfriend’s cologne

into the air, C2.

How she put flowers

into her hair, and we

fried it to become pins of grass.

How we tell each other

the things we need is guns, glory, and God.

That we cause fights between each other

because we can’t part this

American pie the right way.

But, Earth found out,

and whooped our asses anyway.

She drowns us with her tsunamis and hurricanes.

we say, “we don’t need this shower”

she said, “you smell like outside.”

She burns the palest skin to red,

because she wants to let them know

how it feels to burn too.

So they embark down

behind the pine curtains.

Soon to break into my country,

just to complain about how it looks.

And yes, I know it has trash on it,

because your footprints are

engraved on its soil.

How you bring the same diseases

that you complain about our waters having.

The only thing you’ve ever known to carry,

is the weight of our hard work because

it all becomes double the price

the moment color is added to the tax.

Yet I still see the news of

how influencers influence

the displacement of my family,

how they vlog their day through

having to evacuate a forest fire they caused.

How spending 11 minutes in the air

suddenly means you’re shooting for the stars.

Porque quieren quitarme el rìo y tambien la playa

quieren el barrìo mio y que abuelita se vaya.