How did I survive the Shoah?
Me, in my corner, the devil bringing his army?
And the self cutting, loathing, self taught to hate?
Devil, in his corner, me taking my stool for a sit-down.
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!