I'd like to take a moment to introduce to you
My Mother
My aging, sore, ancient Mother
And I'd like to tell you all about Her
Or at least
What I've done to Her

You see, my Mother, just like any other,
Was radiant, beautiful; absolutely blooming
She was fresh and loving and kind
But now She is
Aging

Dying

My Mother wasn't forever this ill
But I wore Her out as She cared for me tirelessly
Like the old lady living in the shoe
Except I'm not a surprising amount of children
I'm a terrifying quantity

The equivalent of billions

My Mother's hair was as natural as a naked babe
Smooth as the sands of time
Flowing and free as the wind
With serene ocean waves
She was happy
Her hair was left to do what it wanted
But now
Now Her wisps are smokey; dry
The ends are a sea of stumps
Uneven
Left behind by uncaring loggers who chopped harsh and rough

I forced my Mother to lose weight
Though you wouldn't notice by looking at Her
But everyday
I force Her to purge her insides
And I throw it away for nothing
And soon
My Mother will have nothing left
But I don't care

She'll always consume and create more
And I'll take that, too

Why should I care?

I destroyed my Mother's flesh
Chopping away Her blemishes,
Drinking away Her youth,
Consuming Her beauty and using it for my own
I even bathed in Her eyes
And now the twinkles that were once so visible
Are barely seen through left-behind murk 

And I forced an addiction upon Her
So now
You'll never see my Mother without Her cloud of smog
She'll take a long drag,
Exhaling right in your face,
And She'll hack and She'll hack
It burns Her to the core
But She'll always smoke
Because I make Her
More than one at once
And She could quit any time She wanted
She could live without it
But I won't let Her

My Mother is dying

I chopped Her hair,
Used Her insides,
Consumed Her beauty,
And forced deadly addiction upon Her

My Mother is your Mother
She is Mother to all of us
Even the birds that soar and fish that dive

My Mother is known as Earth
And I am killing Her
I am destroying the blanket around Her
I am consuming all that She produces within and not feeding Her more
I am ruining the land and sea and even the fauna 

I can no longer witness the stars at night
Because I force Her to inhale smog from the fat cigars I plant within Her
And She exhales black and grey cancer that kills Her beauty and the children She tried to raise
The beautiful children that She loved are now murderers
Uncaring, killing their Mother
And She can't fight, but must accept it
Because She offered her body as a place to live
And we don't plan on moving

We'll stand in the middle of our home
Staring at the rubble
And only take more

Because we don't care

We'll just keep killing our Mother

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