It’s No Use Erasing Me

Contemplating my earthly presence

as I inhale fresh virgin mountain air

that is untainted by parasitic humans

my heart laughs at the feigned amnesia

of many strokes crafted from left to right

gracing paper in durable black dyed ink

which erase my continuous depiction

of planet made contributions to humanity.

My soul DNA always reincarnates itself

I breathe a sigh of relief, in metanoia

No matter all the vicious erasures ensued,

I will NEVER, EVER truly be deleted in life.

–by Maria Mocha © 2021

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