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.
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