I am a Tornado
You might think I’m just
a fifteen- year- old girl
with brown hair
and brown eyes
but I know I am more
way more than that
not an elephant or monkey
not a foot or nose
A tornado
a cyclone of fast moving winds
When I’m in an enraged mood
or in solitude
When I go home and cry
listening to sad songs
I am a tornado
moving violently
everyone anticipating the storm
wanting to run to the shelter
But when I calm down
the sun starts to come back out
everyone can come out of their shelters
surprising everyone with my sudden wrath
I take a deep breath
start again
and again
making a path of destruction
everywhere I go
The brown haired, brown eyed girl
is a tornado