Hell Is Katrina
Levees fragmenting with
The rumbling winds
And howling rains
Of weathered emotions,
Erode and erase
Structures and lives.
My ancestors survived Bastille Day
So that I could withstand
A monster named Katrina;
Holed up in the French Quarter
I struggled and fought
Daring the elements to take what is mine.
I sang my music, not in the bistro,
But to children who were lost and
Those seeking comfort:
Time can't control pain and sadness;
Afraid to speak, I need strength--
Light out of darkness.
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