I went to the hospital with a stubbed toe
The corner off my toe nail digging into my skin
A trickle of blood, and a suffering so intense
That I wanted to rip the toe apart
The nurse asked me to rank my pain on the scale of 1 to 10
Just as my teeth clenched together to say ten
A victim of a highway crash rolled next to me in a stretcher
I mumbled "2" instead
The nurse looked at me and said,
"The scale of pain is not relative, you see,
Its absolute for you. You can say 10."
The hospital does not exist
My toe is not stubbed
And the kindness of a nurse is a metaphor I cannot afford to believe in.
Ask me today to rate my pain,
I will still say 2.

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Love letter to Math's

(Napowrimo Day 04)

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Horizon

(Day 03 of Napowrimo 2022)

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These streets tell a story

(Day 01 of Napowrimo 2022)

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Poetry prompts!

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When we say peaceful death, it's never peaceful for the dying


(Read in caption)

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You can fight battles to save the world
You can wage wars to fight injustice
You can solve world hunger
I know that you can do it all.
But today, if you can't get yourself off the bed
Or if your voice is exhausted from staying risen
Know that you deserve a break
For today, staying alive is a big enough feat

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Women have been made to accept so little
With so much humility
That if grace had fingers
It would clutch onto our throats

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You will always have the power to choose.
And it's these choices that define your destiny,
Not luck,
Not the alignment of stars
Not someone else
It's just the series of choices you make every waking minute

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