Pandora I Siddhi Jain

Pandora

Siddhi Jain ‘24

i am my mother’s daughter— it’s our turn to pick up the shards piercing the sand; the nefarious graveyard far too littered for lifetimes. seventy percent of our world is fnally rising on the international agenda. and now we speak, our words like matches, our bodies made of fury and fame & hearts beating to the rhythm of the sea. we do not forget— when our president withdraws from the Paris Agreement, dismantles the Clean Power Plan, rolls back emissions standards, cuts climate budget by 31 percent, we kneel by our poison sea and fll our palms with the ocean’s song. blow our conch shells to the skies— the water rises, and so do we. oh, my lovely cerulean girl, it all comes down to you.