Born In The First Cut – Unhinged Poem

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.

 

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