Texty: Native Nod. Lower G.I. Bleed.

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My back is bleeding
From what they don't know
Except that something in my intestines exploded
I spent five days in the hospital
With tubes up my ass and down my throat
Ingesting chemicals that made me choke

In I.C. I saw an infant ran over by a car
Lying next to me is a boy they say is surely gonna die
The teenage mother with asthma
Runs up and down the hallway
Waiting for her flake of a boyfriend to call
While I lie in bed and bleed

The screams of the girl
With down syndrome and cancer
Echo through my brain
As I complain about the stench of my bleed
Every attempt at friendship
I've made with the boy with sickle cell
Has fallen flat on my face
But then again I'm just bleeding

Why am I crying?