(Poem from my cousin in anger.)
I bleed every day.
Every day I have to clean
my wretched self up.
Blood on the floor,
sheets,
the couch,
in the shower.
Stop making yourself bleed
when people like me
are bleeding
and cannot stop it!
So many have died
from severe cases of this
horrible disease.
My nose,
gums,
yes even there.
It makes me weak
and there is no pill.
I tell people I can do it.
I can run the mile,
but I faint.
I can bench 150,
my arms give out.
I have blisters from
the invisible sickness.
On my scalp,
around my lips,
my legs,
and my arms.
They cannot be hidden.
Please!
Stop cutting when people like me,
we need blood.
We need it,
bad.
