Sometimes

 

it’s red and angry

pulsing everyday

waiting to erupt

rewind Pompei.

 

Other times

 

white capped mountains

like Mount Everest

urging an avalanche

forever stressed.

 

Mom, mom

what can I say

that I hate this part

of my DNA?

 

How can I tell you

that I need make up

that my face needs

to be covered up?

 

But today I stand here

no filter, you ask

I need you to know

I am more than this mask.

 

I am here and alive.

I learn and I thrive

I run every mile

I breathe and I smile.

 

But did you know

I’ve already told you

what this face can do?

 

Sometimes

Throw a city awry

Other times

Rise above and reach the sky.