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I grieved two uncles in January
And in February the family dog
Come March I lost my patience
And in April became a patient myself
An unexplainable infection, they said
Demanding of my flesh
I watched my body turn shades it hadn’t before
Shades it shouldn’t
As they urged me to accept I may never be satisfied with a cause
Black
Turn gray
Turn pale white
Turn pink
Progress, they say
You look so good, they say
I suppose this is humor I’m unfamiliar with
Because as I lay
And lay
And lay
In a stiff mechanical cot that I beseech no body be sentenced to
I think of my flesh
The piece that is now missing
The piece that might’ve killed me
The piece that I think I still want back
A feeble price to pay, I know, for further uncounted years
Not even a pound of flesh
But that never stopped a mind from its questioning
I figured I am too young to discover I’m mortal
Though time wishes to drive such lessons home
So now with less loved ones in the world
With less of me in the world
I find out how strong I am
Cut me open and reveal my healthy shades
Pink was my favorite color as a child
Pink is the shade, they say, that now assures I survived
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Lauren Tyler Scott
Writer, typically of songs.
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