To have a breath of fresh air is laughable
To breathe and have it turn into asthma,
turn into COPD then turn into lung cancer
is reality for me
There is no peace of self, family nor community, if there is no fresh air
The fresh air where I breathe it in and my whole body say ahh
Fresh air where I can walk, run, jog, sit, lay with a cough, grasp of air or sneeze
I am fearful I will will never get that fresh air
My family, my future family nor I will never have that ahh fresh air
It is a human right for breathing and peace
Planet Detroit and Book Suey partnered to curate and publish climate poems from our community. Read the rest of the poems here.