Month: January 2012

I’m dope as fuck!

How did I survive the Shoah?
Me, in my corner, the devil bringing his army?
No answer.
And the self cutting, loathing, self taught to hate?
Devil, in his corner, me taking my stool for a sit-down.
Let’s talk.

I wear my scars like Joseph did his coat. Scabs
on heart. Tender. Raw.
Hope the scars on skin will keep
from reopening. Fuck it. I’ll just slap a band-aid on.
In the end I am.

Phoenix. Rising from the ashes. Over.
No one is responsible for my pain. Live it. Move the fuck on. Heal.
*Insert Bassey’s voice*
I’m dope as fuck!