N by Izzy Ferrajina

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I was taught that blue was a color of

serenity

peace

fragility

But when you google ocean, 

which last time I checked, 

is blue, 

            pictures of a gorgeous monster grace your screen.

            The ocean that I know exists is not

                        serene, 

                                    or peaceful, 

                                                or fragile,

it is a strong punch or

a loud voice saying they know what’s up.

It’s a kickass woman on my television screen,

stomping her big ass boots around because she

owns the place.

It goes where it wants to go

and becomes what it wants to become.