'Sickness'

Nurture choked me,

With his cold, cold hands.

And now he offers me help?!

They call me sick,

Insisting I can be, in the most

Insulting way, cured!

Cured from the illness that nurture

Gave me himself.

The ignorant gather upon their platform,

and with the authority of fallibility

tell me I am sick.

I grow tired of these words.

However: I am grateful my apparent

Sickness can be cured.

For your sickly superiority will forever

Boil in your murky blood!

Beyond cure.

Nature called upon me, and

Told me I am perfectly healthy.

And I believe him.

I believe him,

More than I believe your stupid book.