This is how I show my Disabilities
I don’t know how to ask for help
I blame it on my nuclear existence
This is how I show my Hardwork
I don’t know how to be a whore
I blame it on my morals
This is how I show my Pain
I don’t know how to be open
I blame it on all my trauma.
So, I Will Leave Soon Through The Jungle Hopefully To Return A Different Breed, A Woman Who Is No Longer Red. But, Green.
A Woman With No Patience. Instead, Emptiness, Mean.
A Woman With No Suffering. Instead, Cured By All The RXs And Her Dreams.