Days like this

Mama never said there’d be days like this:
my seratonin imbalance is louder than my faith,
the voices in my disordered mind
drown my ancestral wisdoms.

Mama never said there’d be days like this.
Mama said: I won’t help you if you won’t help yourself.
Mama said: Are you bleeding? No? Then you’re fine.
Mama said: Eat your green beans.
Mama said: I don’t believe you.

k.d.w. Nov. 17 (raw)

 

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