Don’t see my sickness,
for it is beneath me,
don’t stylise my disease,
for it is killing me,
a birth born of solidarity,
a sin created outside the first born,
weathered eyes,
a broken heart,
lies forgiven,
a hate,
my personal suicide.
Born In The First Cut – Unhinged Poem
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