Sick and tired of being
sick and tired.
I
am the epitome of tired,
My
bones wail and my mouth runs dry,
I
am the eminence of the catastrophe that is tire,
Shall
I be in this endless succumb to unlimited prejudice,
What
is the entity of my freedom of my worth and of I?
Truly
my being is more than that nurtured to me at birth,
I
am more than my body—I am fierce; I choose to be fierce,
My
life time is a continuum of fears, my nature a monument to that which I call
Moi—yes me!
Give
us choice to rise above the rage of this path, emulate a new path way to a NEW
AGE,
I
am that which has become, that which is to become,
The
NEW CHAPTER of me—I am the female fate, the human fate.
But
I despair…..
