Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

Here In The Hospital, I Say,that Is Not My Body, Not My Body.i Am Not Here For The Doctorsto Read Like A Recipe.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

It Was My First Doll That Water Went Into And Water Came Out Of Much Earlier It Was The Diaper I Wore And The Dirt Thereof And My Mother Hating Me For It