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Living Faith Poem
i am made up
in equal parts of what i believe
and
in equal parts, i believe in
what i am made up of.
you break me down and you've got
equalityfreedomwomansrightsproch
oiceantibullyingantistigma-
herpes.
it makes no difference to
you
what happens when I take my pants
off.
but somewhere along the line I
became a
slut a whore a promiscuous little girl
with no rules and regulations about
who
sticks their dick inside me until I'm
infected with everything wrong in the
world-
herpes.
they sell you protection in the form of
condom boxes,
tied up in ribbons that say things
like,
happy anniversary happy birthday
happy Thursday happy **** me
happy little ***** at the bar i can get
my hands onto.
sex education is
vacant and expressionless and
i fell victim to
don't get pregnant don't get pregnant
don't.
get.
pregnant.
oh **** what the **** is happening to
my insides and my outsides and
please dear god let the burning stop.
this isn't some blame game,
this isn't some speech,
this is a plea and a please stop
satirizing my life
with your late night comedy show
jokes about my ******.
my herpes
not yours
not my next door neighbors
not the pharmacists
not the doctors
not yours.
So get down off your high horse and
try to figure out how
you
will avoid an infection that affects
80% of the population and why
we are all so damn afraid of it.
Herpes isn't hereditary but ignorance
is.
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Living Faith Poem
lifeline like
i feel fine like
this is a sure sign
of plans not planned to pan
out.
piece (peace) of the puzzle
and it's not lost on me.
you are the
eye
of my storm and it
concerns me how the
weak become even
more (less).
lifeline like
not this time like
you're just my kind
of taken picture no one's framed
yet.
constant debate between
living and there's no other option but
this. oh,
you replace the parts of me
i never wanted to
keep.
lifeline like
you are just mine like
crossing that boundary line
of do i (don't i)
yes i do because i can't
not.
bright scars and even brighter
stars and of course
of course because you
anchor me,
and what else is holding up the
night?
lifeline like
lifeline like
lifeline
oh, how i know, you can
understand me
(now)
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Living Faith Poem
you are (my)
constant.
ever tugging reminder of
content
so exact i,
ache.
you are my
bruise(d).
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