Sunday, 29 May 2011

Defined By My Birth

Captured.
First free breath, stolen
Captured.
Flash, we got you,
and oh! aren't you cute?
Little fighter,
survivor. A wonder
they did it.
No more tears for daddy!
Now hand her that teddy,
the fear is gone.
Now wouldn't that hurt?
She isn't gone,
celebrate,
but breathe,
and we can watch her heart beat
next year, next year.
Oh! How we love having you here.
But see, you are weak.
No, really you are.
You say you don't feel it?
Well, little baby, tough sh*t,
we're right. Now restrict her.
Yes.
Promise you'll worry too much?
Can't go there, can't do that.
Trust us.


Frustration makes them correct
now I trust them once again,
let me live.
I see your coat, you hold my medicine
Oh! Don't you look important?
I see the charts,
sure it makes sense,
it knows my condition
better than me,
and I can feel it.
Explain that, mister, please?
How often do I take these?
I see, I see, no thank you.
I need, I need, to get through
on my own.
From my first living breath
relied on someone else.
A change of heart,
and now I feel
I'm standing, just me, standing.
Pushing through, surviving.

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