poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
She is failing,Disintegrating,My vehicle of a Body,In all its amenities,Has found away to Halt me,Yet again,Doctors diagnose me,Keep misinforming,Misdiagnosing, misplacing their probes,Not understanding,Continuously polluting,My flesh and all that’s in it,Diseased, and dying,As alwaysMy body has never been mine,Occupied by those who kept my physically under attack,And by those who keep me hostage internally,I wonder when […]