Mother
The earth is scarred.
You and I, we see her pain. Our people have dug deep and marked her once flawless skin.
Her beautiful hills and plateaus,
mountains and valleys,
have been torn up
and picked over
until all that is left
are the metal bearings of humanity's adoration.
And then they look away.
Some may understand what she has lost, but her wounds disgust
and she can no longer allure their eyes.
Unless they gaze directly upon her beautiful, flowing, growing hair,
she is overlooked.
Although her scars are our shame,
many of us fail to look her in the eye.
Is not a woman with scars still beautiful?
What kind of dark truths are hidden to bring forth an answer?
When they cut the last strand of her beautiful green hair,
she will disappear before their selective eyes.
They will force out her immense strength to endure but will dismiss her spirit for lack of aesthetics.
It is by this that she is in pain. It is by this that she is scarred.
But you and I, we understand that she is not going anywhere.