(slam poem)
Dissorder
My doctor
in a room with my crying mother when I was 6 years old
Her tears like a river running through the closed doors and through the hallway
I looked at the bright fish in the fish tank
colorful fish swirling around
like my thoughts
My mom just heard that 6-year-old me had a disorder
Disorder
Dissociation
association
My own dad
denied
He didn't associate with me for years
I wasn't his
"Daddy," I screamed and climbed on his back
thrown to the floor
"You are not mine"
7-year-old me
dissociating
trying to discontinue life
I stared out my window
imagined me falling
my funeral devoid of mourners
It's been ten years and I am still here
disorder
disoriented
here
YOU ARE READING
Empty rooms
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