It’s a story about the climate crisis (the human crisis) where the earth is a queer Black mother.

What I wanted to say was

how you continue to create even when you have every right to stop. And how easily we try to strip you of your right to feel pain, as if you would be impossible if you were suffering, as if you couldn’t contain multitudes —endless beauty, endless suffering, endless being.

How nature is exploited for being. How the ocean is described as unaffected by the chaos of being, the harm of human beings.

But I can feel you, continuing.
Suffering, singing, staying.

And
Are we the same.