Cursed by the Lack of the Ocean 

 Hair surrounds my world of vision under a slavery sky
I tip toe in fear, only to remember I'm no longer a child
I was once bound by the womb of a religious sheath
phantom ghosts and vicious words, I was buried beneath
luxurious now are the waves and the weather
 connected so humbly and melted together
In a undeniably twisted fate I became the earth's daughter
the feeling on my skin I became the water
I beautifully flow the way the seaweed sings
no onlookers now I only have my makeshift wings
I breathe in only the sensation I sense in my bones
I have to close my eyes because the rush inside bellows
-and the beauty felt has become more intense than the beauty seen