Globle Warming (America) (Gwa) Poem by Alandra Nicole Moreira

She sits in a corner silently looking out the window.
The rain is pouring, outside and in.
She follows the lead as a tear streams down her face, but why?
She does not know.
She feels at ease, listening to peace
And through the rain she is set free.
So why must she cry?
She sits there waiting, but for what.
She is alone, and has no where to go,
There is no home standing behind her.
Where does she find her strength?

She is young and quaint.
No one knows what she really feels.
She sits alone, never speaks out,
But puts on a good fight.
No one can tell what runs through her mind.

She seems so lost
But she stands on her own two feet.
She wants nothing yet she searches for it anyway.
Her silent screams for relief can be heard by few,
And for the few who do hear,
In then the end they flee from fear.

She is fearsome yet she laughs.
And in her darkest hour, she smiles,
As though it’s a game.
A game she learned to play so well.
She holds the secret to her game
To your game, my game and all games alike
Only we do not understand our game yet.

She is burdened with our cries and our loads.
She doesn’t need to hear it to know.
They are burdens she is happy to carry,
But for how long?
How long could she go on this way?

She has found answers and continues searching for many more.
She is pulled away from her resources and is told that it’s not enough. As she judged she speaks of truth reality and fact,
Yet they pull her back, ruin it all, so she must start again.
So many outbreaks she has made,
So many things she had done,
And not once did she want a thank you
Not once she asked for an apology,
And not once did she hesitate to give one.

She has been judged, jaded, loved, hated, mistreated,
But never once she fled,
Never once she looked on with fear though she felt it.
She will not let you as you let her.
She cannot bear the burden of inflection.
It is the only thing of which pains her.

So when she does so much, we do so little.
When she smiles, we laugh.
When she cares, we don’t.
When shes there for us, we aren’t for her.
When she cries, we dry our tears before we turn to hers.
America, beautifully named never changed forever the same.
She stands as the home of our ego.
And what ego should that be?
She stands beside her friends, Canada and Mexico.
And though they may be far,
She never leaves her sisters, Africa, Asia, Europe, Antarctica, and Australia.
How she’ll never leave their side nor should she leave ours.
We put ourselves first and we do harm to her,
Yet she gives us back more.
We do not admit what we do, and she still provides for us,
But for how long.
For long can she provide and care
For an ego so large and so advanced
Before she breaks down,
Before she faults and we are to blame.
Everything falls she says, yet she hasn’t.

She never resisted but only welcomed what was to come.
How much will she let us destroy her?
And when we do where will we go?
There is no other home for us;
no retreat from here
And she is not at all like her sisters
She is not at all the same.
She is so gentle
So fragile and stronger than anything we’ve ever known.
She has made us strong.
And now it’s our turn to keep her strong.

She sites alone, staring at the rain falling outside the window.
A tear rolls down her face.
It was not the first to come and will not be the last.
She is silently calling out for you to hear her,
But you can’t see.
What you do to hurt her,
Also hurts you, hurts me.
And so when you get to where you are going...
Take a look at your home
Take a look at you land.
Stop.
Think.
Plead.