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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You hold my hand Tears stream, a warm compress placed upon my pale face Increasing pain, so much fear my heart begins to race Curled in my own bed Trying to wrap this absurdity around my aching head For just two mere miles away is the best E.R. Now out of reach It seems so far I must be seen For the bill be will so obscene So young, I want to continue having fun I’m my insurances bitch, but by no means am I done Sick at twenty-four There is an expensive cure You still hold my hand Drained from increasing pain This is why I fight for a certain prop OR I couldn’t eat Then DEAD I would drop Mom you gave me the gift of life I want to be like you…live long enough to become the perfect mommy and wife Hopefully, change is in the air Life can be scary, nauseating and pretty unfair PROHIBITION! Such a joke A law based on racism and money It’s so sad… it is almost funny Getting sicker, I begin to shake Fear on your face A mom ever so frighten I have to smoke I get mild relief with a single toke How ironic… Now I’m not ever so “pure” For tonight I am just another PPO whore Sill saying no You tell me we need to go You tell me screw the bill I shouldn’t be thinking about my will Bags, jewelry, shoes... Mentally dividing my possessions You hold my hand Carried to the car It is now time to go to that E.R. I lay in the hospital bed No longer in misery, no longer feeling like the living dead Test run Necessary, but oh so not fun Medicine injected, I begin to feel clear headed You hold my hand and tell me to fight My inspiration My best friend Reminding me who I am I want to thank you mom Everything you have done and reminding me I have a voice You tell me I am anything but weak You give me endless encouragement to stand up and SPEAK No one deserves to live in pain What is wrong with the world today? Who gets treatment? First open the wallet! Now see if you can pay... I can live a normal comfy life in the ‘burbs Yet I need relief from medical herbs Something so minuscule Keeps me mislabeled as a medicinal criminal...
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