Elephants are cute for IG pictures on vacation

but not when they’re drowning in murky waters

buried under the weight of someone else’s emissions
some days it feels like I’m watching

the world fall apart

and I am willing it to not burn into flames

from my little corner

some days it feels like I am covered in shame

at my passiveness

hiding behind the poems stored in my hard drive 
some days I wonder if the game of power was always a farce

or if I was just born into this generation
I try to write about global equality and mobility

and wonder if my passport will ever catch up

I think of social structures so often

it feels like I have already drowned in them 
I read a post that asked Black women

to not fall into their victimhood

that life beyond victimhood was better

but was there ever a woman who made change

actually happy

about the circumstances she was born into?
looking beyond circumstance is fine,

but while we are born equal, we are not treated equal.
it is not always an upwards journey

it is a roly poly dream

to win some is to lose some

until you run out of exhaustion 
I look to fields and flowers

for comfort

but they too are exhausted

covered in the flames of industrialization

and men who run away from earth to the moon

so that they can colonise it better 
invisible little us on earth

with our pipe dreams, running through the pipe

until one day, we unclog

the whole damn thing

and machines no longer take

over the humanities

because the humanities

have now become

the new rarest mineral on earth 
imagine surviving on just

water and earth and flowers

because back to basics

isn’t just the basics, it’s the foundation

because we finally have time to learn

each other

and not by the degree

by which the sun

burned through our therma layers