Poems About the Environment

The mighty Earth Shaker with his fiery temper Could never have imagined
Church   Please be seated, into the wooden bench,
Oh Lord, may I ask why our rivers run red? Its crimson hue reflecting my dishriveled skin But oh my Lord, I'm thirsty
People ask
Growing up in this world is Like metamorphosis. 
There are times I wish it would always be the middle of the night.
It starts with you. In the beginning, there are only thoughts of you,
Age crept up on me like a shadow slinking infrom an open window: light at first,
Black Girls, you are one with the earth Black Girls, they like to hit you where it hurts
Waking up to my truths - even the flaws are gorgeous