I have had every inch of me exposed for the world to see. I've had my dignity stripped and my faith shaken but I still believe in myself, which is fearless. I've been neglected, overlooked, under appreciated, and beaten senseless in the name of the "L" word but today I find myself opening up to love again, making me fearless. And as for my passion: I get on stage with majority, but never all, of my skin exposed knowing every inch I move will be watched by the judgmental eyes of women who feel superior to me for their conservative nature, my name slandered for merely doing what makes me, me. Let them call me a stripper or a whore and bash my dancing and quote their mothers till their faces turn fucking purple, I will always get on that stage, I will always move my crowd and I will always twerk my ass off bc I am not afraid of anything, much less anything anyone on this earth has to say. I am fearless. "Hidden passageways" Out of body, efforts to redirect my attention but tantalizing memories flood. Loving her and missing her so, yet knowing better. Walking through the house with a million locked spaces, knowing my departure may be the last time I'll gave upon my chamber of personal design or portraits of My brother and I when he was barely 4 months old. Bitter sweet sickly stomach with the confusion of never wanting to be HERE but just wanting to be THERE for THEM... I quietly slip outside into the universe, my prize shining in the sun and draped over my arm. Oh, what a sickly feeling my gut has acquired since high noon. Oh, what a dizzying evening this will become.
I know how this should be: I've seen it, you see, In soap operas, Movies. Your eyes are closed, As if in sleep. Perfect peachy skin Atop a snow white pillow Under flawlessly matched sheets. The heart monitor, Quiet bleeps. The ventilator, A steady hiss. None of that is this. Your eyes Stuck open Seeing without sight Yellow sclera Dumb tears streaming. Tubes, taped to your face Delicate skin torn Where nurses Repositioned them To feed you To heal you You never liked being told What to do. Your whole torso spasms Spastic, Every 40 seconds. A machine Forces your lungs to act. Your hands are warm From hemodialysis But don't respond When we each grab one Give it a kiss. We spend the day Brushing your hair Telling stories Singing songs. Praying prayers. You're not there. Hospital staff Are more lovely If less pretty Than on TV. When the time comes They gently walk us From the room Close the curtai...
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