I happened to be born in Anthropocene where we

Are eroding all our waters

Standing by the shore of humanity, my youth

& Genetics are painted foggy

I dwell in a life where my life

Heat fluctuates all the time

In October 2010, a cholera outbreak,

brought in by UN peacekeepers, hit Haiti.

My mom once wants

to tattoo an ocean on her chest.

Later she gives birth to me,

like pulling out an island from her water.

With seventy percent of blue loneliness

in my body, I carry tears like salt,

But I come from her blood,

I am the scar she has etched

to the unfailing waves.

I am the daughter.

I am the wish.