Forces of Nature

You Sir, 

think your eyes are so keen when they see My lumps and bumps as this burned up broken thing 

Pinched between My fingers and the gaze of this world 

Oh, to envision, then travel, all the sights you cannot even fathom! 

The birds nesting in My hair, thick and abundant upon the continents of My skin, 

singing hymns of scars and experience  

The nymphs drinking its oozings green and blue, 

knitting spiderwebs of gold upon My fingertips 

The waves crashing again the seashells of My cheeks and collarbone, 

stolen by mermaids into the darkness below atlantis eyes 

I will map My moles, and present them to Myself as jewels 

I will count these imperfections until I'm richer than the cruel king you pretend to be 

Oh! Try to strike Me with your swords again, and feel My magic ricochet! 

I Am so much more than your preconceived notions 

of mother nature and childhood 

I Am so much stronger than your wrongful paintings of the Wild