Does every poem need a title?


You’ve stretched out over six feet of space
The only six available in a tight cramped hospital room
The timed whir of machines processing their functions
Manufacturing life for the fathers of crumbling daughters
Wakes you from the slumber you keep attempting to steal
Between Catholic prayers bleeding through overhead speakers
And the methodical ticking of another plastic heartbeat

If you could break through the window you would
If your legs could hold you up
And your fingers were not shattered at the joints
You could lose sterility, be freed from gleaming white walls and
Monitors keeping you just at life’s bay
Where you’ve sat for years
With your family in your lap
And blood spilling from your mouth.

Published by Sunshine

Sunny Scape is a safe space for Black women and queer folks. I am committed to eradicating intersecting systems of oppression that overwhelmingly affect people like myself, and doing so in a way that centers the most marginalized of us. That means that I am an activist on behalf of Black and brown queer and trans folks, children, sex workers, disabled folks, people of low socioeconomic status, currently and formerly imprisoned people, and countless others who are pushed to the back burners and relegated to second-class citizenship. This blog and everything within it is absolutely inseparable from the liberation efforts of all the aforementioned groups of people.

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