by Nikhita Dodla
The trees sway with my hips,
Flowers grace my feet,
Who do you think you are?
The birds chirp to the rhythms of my songs,
The rivers flow to the beat of my heart,
Do you think you stand a chance?
Hurricanes formed my bones,
Lions roar to the anger in my voice,
How dare you break my heart?
The wolves growl to the sound of my tears,
Clouds part at my laugh,
What makes you think I need a second chance?