when the sea calls to you, it’s them
awash on their rocks
harpoon guns held in scaled hands

when the wave crashes over your head
and your voice cries out
loud and unbeautiful
it’s them

it’s their water in your lungs
when you call out all those men
when you refuse to stay quiet
their water rushing in your ears
and pricking at your eyes

scream loud, girl
scream unbeautiful
it’s what we’ve always done

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