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What Don't You Get?
Folder:
Pain/Ilness What is it about this,
that you don't get?
Why do you stand there, clueless,
to my pain?
Do I need to be writing on the floor,
in this utter agony,
or have a 'visable' deformity
or handicap, for you to 'see'?
Does my suffering
have to effect YOU in some way,
before it becomes important enough,
to even try and understand?
Do I need 'LUPUS'
stamped across my forehead,
or blinking off my person,
in a purple neon sign?
Will my death be the only clue,
that makes you stand back and think,
"Wow, I guess she really was,
THAT sick."
