Warm Day

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Let's get this started with a little poem I wrote on what "Young me"(I say as if I am centuries old) would fight till death to declare was the hottest day on the planet earth.
Being a person who has lived in a relatively mild climate-ed (is that even a word?) place forever( I again say as if that's a long time) I can't stand heat. 
Many people love the summer and to that I say," to each their own." 
No summer has just never been my thing from excessive sweating, to ugly heat rashes, to frizzy, uncontrollable hair due to the humidity; it's safe to say summer (sigh) has never found a loving home in me.
Honestly, if "young me" experienced the summers of today (phew); a melted human might have had to been dealt with.
 Any who enjoy; if nothing else another's suffering due to a disgustingly warm day.


Warm, warm it's so hot
My ice-cream is melting down
Tan darker than an espresso
Popsicles a puddle on the ground

Taking a shower twice a day
Three if I dare go out
Sticky, smelly sweat plastered on my skin
Can't even raise my arms when I shout

Huffing and puffing if I walk anywhere
Baking like a potato in the car
ACs and fans blast air so cold
They are the new reasons for war

Friends are pushed away
Physical contact is abhorred
It's the season of frenemy making
With that we will never be bored

The sun is beating down on our backs
Draining any energy we hold
Every time is a great time to nod off
On the bus, in class a new era of sleep we behold

The ozone's stopped working,
The ice caps are melting
And our beaches are getting swallowed up
The countries are sinking and I'm thinking
What did I buy this swim suit for?

The beach is non-existent, the pool over crowded,
I wanna swim not hit someone's head
The apartments are many, the forest is offended
Now the trees don’t offer their shade

I wanna stay in cause its bloody hot outside
"but you need to get some sun" mom said
There are people everywhere and I'm getting annoyed
Doesn't help that I'm on my period

This life with global warming has taken its toll
People fainting left and right, a mirage outside my home
Warm, so warm , its too hot
My ice-cream is melting before it even hits the plate
Warm, too warm
Honestly, what is this heated fate?


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