Invisible Illness
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Dear Doctor,
Since day 23 of the pain, my body has been new land.
You have colonized me, in every way known to man,
I walk into the doctor’s office.
She looks at me.
I see her thinking,
Okay, no worries
Look at this girl
Thin
Tall
Young
No drinking
Looking at me,
People assume I'm a healthy, happy girl.
Invisible illnesses are forgotten when disability is brought up.
This poem isn't about my genetic disorder,
or the surgeries,
I stand tall no pain at all
A gust of wind pushes my limb
As my shoulder falls down, almost hitting the ground
My knee folds in n' I reach for him
At the ER I know who they are
You don't look sick. You are just lazy. You are using your illness as an excuse to not live life...
