Thoughts From My World

they say your thoughts create your world my third world was birthed when the white storm swept across our homesteads do i get to recreate it by simply thinking of meadows and prairies crystal jars of milk and honey? i think of thorns pricking her beautiful skin the midday sun scorching her blooming day i think of green fields and empty pots flowing rivers and bare granaries i think of beautiful jewels and plastic chains naked servants and gucci clad masters i think of flooded homes and empty dams i think of the nail crowns bleeding my people dry ~ thoughts from my world