moram expergefactus. STAY WOKE

this is my fourth time.

making the appointments, counting the pills, tracking the benefits and services. copying the documents. talking to the doctors who insist on talking down to me…   a slow death march

it doesn’t get any easier.

I am sad and tired

a little angry

mostly sad

I am grateful that I am strong and stubborn and will never surrender.. to the sadness, the hopelessness

Anger grabs me and pulls me out of fear’s arms
hurling curses at the sadness
screaming at me to get up. reminding me who and what I am
“fuck the dumbshit”
“You are the wrong mutha fucka to fuck with”
BITCH GET UP!!  they dont know.

fear and hopelessness cringe and recede
leaving pity and sadness unprotected

I wish a mutha fuck would? I am not the one
you gonna make me loose my mind up in this dancery

the words become my own and I dry my tears…
I stand up straight and remembering who and what I am

I make another day my BITCH… cause I dont play that shit

who the fuck needs easy, anyway