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Stroke Induced
Symmetry The over compensation of one sense over another the way a blind man sees insight more clearly or how a mother chooses a son over her brother Trying to describe disability in five seconds or less the sixth second, I was blessed It was as if I climbed out of my body & into my mind and I began kicking around my own furniture. Arrested for violating my own restraining order. I'd cry, if only I'd let me. I went to war with myself Had the speech choked out of me like a foreign object had entered my body and drew hieroglyphics on me in Egyptian fashion. I did not recognize my alienness. DNA corrupted like a woman who scribbles “Sorry! Couldn't stay,” with Lipstick on a mirror. I'd scream, If only I would let me. Suddenly, I became aware how strength is just a metaphor so I prayed some more. "If only" somehow let loose And with a rush of emotion I began hearing myself talk to God as if I was operating on my own contradictions. Cutting into my appendages, I recognized why elitists have a mentality of savagery. You've got to give a little to get a little instead of just giving. All of a sudden my prayer sounded Hindu in nature. Chanting for favor. My body can never describe all that goes on inside, but if you look close you can ascertain the sum of all my fears. Eventually, even Morgan Freeman disappears. Touch me, and I'll cry two tears; If only, I let myself loose. My life, stroke induced.
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