Found poem

 SICK

She just sick

Sicker than every body

Sicker than my mama was when she die

But more evil than my mama and that keep her alive

Something bout it,

Maybe the little tender veins I see

And the big ones I try not to,

I feel like something pushing me forward 

I don’t watch out I’ll have hold of her hand,

Tasting her fingers in my mouth 

She just sick.