the wall between
you and i
is this.
i crave a lesson of kindness
after your hurricanes.
you shift your hurricanes
into different waters.
i was left drowned
but you forget that my skin
thrives in the ocean.
you desired the salt from my sands
and i gave.
but you stole.
however
you are mistaken that
my salts were meant just
for your fingers.
they are meant for
all the people that have
ever asked me.
stolen from me.
but God has never let me
run out.

running dry of everything lovely is not something i was born to do. 
measure me better next time.