Halle Berry’s Storm

put me in a petri dish.

it would've been easier

for all of you examine

to poke and prod

to (over) prescribe

and still not fathom

what it's like to reside

in this body.

i started to get scared i might be tossed out with the hazardous waste.

but

who would help me?

who would fix all the dis-ease in this body?

'y o u'

i heard as the air howled growing to a squall

silence

and the rain began to fall.

things looked different after the downpour.

my skin- sunkissed

my heart- grounded

my voice- louder

in this body

storms are imminent

in this body

storms are heroic