Baby Steps GirlsA Poem by Siddartha Beth Piercefor all those who have ever suffered any kind of travail in their lives...Bright blue hair and anger at the mother who refuses to bring her fresh clothes- get out of my room she screams with tears in her eyes feelings of murder and suicide beacuse someone around here has been spreading lies Big Time-
The man around the corner is growling like a Papa Grizzerly he's protecting something- this psychiatric ward is most fascinating and quite frightening too as last time they checked me in for fear of being beaten to death used and abused by some real bad guys somebody lost it and we were placed on lock down in our rooms just praying-
Dear Lord, please don't let this house of pain, suffering and healing Kill Me today, if the lunatic grabs a blade of the AIDS virus and pins us all to the wall
I wonder who invented disease- probably all of the hosts spreading our family fueds around the world and forgetting the land of the living here is really tough during the Code Blue's
Resting in my bed for a long deserved nap- the hardworking insomniac that I am-
And yet I feel it is a good place as long as these nurses, doctors, strangers and strong arms can control the boring, evil snores that put us here in the first place-
Be careful what you do and what you say to people folks it may just haunt you Forever- your senses are there for a Reason- trust them, enjoy them just DON'T get carried away on a stretcher!
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Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorSiddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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