DiabeticCupcake

DiabeticCupcake

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15 years old

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  • Gaea and Her Children

    As I sit in the grass a sense of magic overcomes me. The mother of all, Gaea, is here.

    I can’t see her, but I feel her presence everywhere. She is crying, sobbing, mourning her lost children, the trees, the birds, the bears, the flowers.

  • Climate

    The ice is bleeding,  

    oceans cough up plastic in its lungs,  

    skies choke on smoke  

    while we scroll, sip, and shrug.  

  • She Cries Too

    She is filled with more beauty than anything else 

    She is made in the very image of God 

    She is crafted by His hands, formed and fixed to be divine 

    She holds flowers and bugs and skies