is in the news
and I close my eyes
hear the playground
you know The kind that pierces your heart and it skips a beat?
And the girls
There There There,
they're looking at me
And I want to be with
and I want to be true to myself
when a trickle goes down my leg
i lost my urine.
The girls giggle
just out of earshot
I take the scratchy brown towels
in the lavaratory
and try to clean myself before class
The smell still there.
The girls with their view.
Look at her. If they had invited me
would it have been on their terms?
today @ 54 years old i see they did me a favor,
made me find my own way.
So there is some irony in the story...
They never knew I was them.
Or that i hoped for them
the tolerance i fought so hard
After my anger and shame crested and receded,
my silence covered the wound like a scab.
Here i am today
the wash post picked the scab on my MS scars
(Really wish they would not pick on Ann Romney. She is just a girl like me with MS and a loving husband...oh yes, and a view) meg