What it Means to Be Me. Free.

I am a child of the water.
Of violent waves that swallow the masses
Blue, purple, black, green, brown
That's me. I am imperfectly beautiful
Because my mother is the sea
And my father is Lake Pontchartrain.
Feel me when the sky rains and wind destroys
Men think they can control me
Predict be. Own me.
But I cannot be tamed because
I am their destruction.
Feel me as the flow cleanses your soul
You think you can taint me
Waste me. Dry me.
But I will not be trashed because
I am your salvation.
I am something terrible because
I am something wonderful.
I am something tragic because
I am something everybody needs
But not everybody has.
Teasing the desert air.
Bragging at dry the island sand.
You can think you have me
But you cannot always use me.
Swimming further and further
I am there when you lose hope.
I am the sight of fulfillment.
There is a need for balance
Because I am a great thing to have
But the smallest molecule
Can ruin me for everyone.
Take it or leave it.
I am a child of the water.
They tried to name me time and time again.
Hurricane Frances was the only one that fit.
Because I am freedom.