What happened to my teenager? The Blue Whale Story
A poem
I died I was twelve, not planned My mother passed me pesticides, flame retardants in her womb, but that was not when, unplanned
I died flushed, onto Californian sand Against your crowded ships my body pounded no defense. Santa Babara, year 2007 half-spanned
I met a girl at age ten Hormones raging in demand I had wanted — not easy — to find like you, a family planned
Wooooonng… Ocean astounding water grand I once had legs I walked on land Now Flippers grow from my waist band
Grandpa told me in solemn stance We had four legs We walked on land fifty million years afore Our torsos streamed, hind legs in, blowholes now, nostrils banned
She nurses her newborns with breast milk She breathes with lungs She thinks, brains manned Words of candor my mother knows For she is, like Humans, the intelligent brand
Searing spears Howling harpoons You tore us for candles on demand margarine, fluids, sparkling makeup, frivolous jewels Toys and tools, as you have planned
Wooooonng… Ocean astounding water grand I once had legs I walked on land Now Flippers grow from my waist band
My earplugs document¹ Sounds of warfare Humans command Warships above, submarines under, deep water bombs stressed our hormones firsthand
The Anthropocene — “The Age of Humans” Dumpsters galore Oceans boil Planet canned With these we wrestle not the devil nor the celestials Humans blasted our sacred strand
I changed Can you change, I plead, Humans fanned in Generation Anthropocene Your hand?
Wooooonng… Ocean astounding water grand I once had legs I walked on land Now Flippers grow from my waist band
