there is a sweaty girl in the equator
who sits in the fields of her farm, brewing eyes watching the cassava grow
she sits in the refreshing heat, a heat that caresses her cheeks and plagues her mind
she slices a runt piece, revealing the milky white base
the sweaty girl of 12 rubs her eyes, an unexpected surprise
the milky white spreads, unfurling like a fluffy blanket
she rolls around in joy, forgetting about the soft heat, the familiar sting
oh, Cassava, she does not know
that beautiful burn you crave, the world’s salty tears solidified into white bullets
the sweaty girl of 17 misses her sun, the blazing heart of her farm
bare the blizzard, breathe in that refreshing cool air
that stolen, plagued air
bitter eyes watch the cassava strip
a cool bear sits at the pole
she sits in the plains of her home, a milky white expanse
she bathes in the sun one day, enjoying the silky caress
it embraces her form, stripping away her fluffy skin
you do not need this anymore, i tell her,
i shall give it to the sweaty girl in the equator
her tears melt into pools of oil
sizzling my platter of fresh steak
sweat, sweat, sweat away your sorrows, dear bear
for we do not care, we are fair
fair in our lack of care
why do you hate me? caring for you will not fatten my pockets
caring for you shall not cause me
the luxury of these sweet, sweet factories, taunting your fading face
breathe it in, inhale the drunkening heat
i steal away your breath, i know, but think of me
think of the Cassava that i will eat, the milky white that spreads in my palms
the spicy and bland, the coldest and warmest Cassava
oh sweaty girl of 12, bask in that cold, for your home is not the sweat that beads
but the snow that feeds
cry, cry, cry
your tears shall not defeat, for i cannot see
what is not truly seen.
Posted in response to the challenge Climate and Our Earth - Writing .
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