AP – Tsunami

Curated By Ralph

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AP, performing at WoWPS 2020 in Dallas, TX.

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Living with my mother was a disaster so Natural i didn't see the waves till they Hit me Tsunami mother is a vacation ocean but Mother is also a salt water surge An avalanche of apocalyptic anger the Nature in her nurture taught me to bend Backwards in the presence of power Taught me to fear the sea while it Rocked me taught me to fear anger Because i know the devastation it Carries To submit and submerge in violent waters And call it home Home is hazard is flooding without the Relief fund his roaring winds so loud i Can't calm down but mother Doesn't like to see me cry says that my Emotional waters make me too much like Her Says there's only room for one tsunami In this house so i people please for Peace Barter with the sea before it breaks Anything else but rage spits like a Tidal wave And covers the coast in a catastrophe so Motherly so i see her in everyone like Hurricane Loud voices or weather warnings frowns Are their screaming sirens my body Begins lockdown procedures at the Whisper of an argument my boyfriend Gets angry at my fear of anger and this

Is a cycle A cyclone rotating and rotating and Rotating anxiety Is an art form and performative is Happiness sometimes A smile is just a grit of the teeth a Safety screen Hoping to water down the wrath the hunch Shoulder palm of the hand tensing for The storm you know Is coming sometimes a beating heartbeat Is just a soundtrack it's just Noise your fear it's just noise just Pipe down just chill out Just relax just take deep Breaths so i moved into my own apartment Just a mildewed cardboard box full of The fragments i was left in but my Apartment Is quiet it's so Quiet is a piece i didn't know i was Missing out on Someone asked if i missed living at home I miss the Ocean but i will never Miss a tsunami

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