I'm sick of being docile,
With timid questions,
Strained smiles,
And forced laughter
Because there's nothing worse
Than an impolite woman.
I'm sick of crinkly table covers
And staring at white bricks,
My feet dangling as I wait to be fixed,
And the fall of deflation
As white coated men shrug
And ask 'what's next?'
I'm sick of being hushed
And told I'm inept
Because of what's in my history,
This has nothing to do with that.
I'm of sound mind,
Not of sound body,
Help me. Please.
I'm so sick
Of being
Sick.
