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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...
It’s not glamorous.