I wish I could turn my brain off, so it could rest.
That I could stop, thinking about the issues, I’m forced to think about, as a black person, in this, united states.
I wish I could tell my brain to calm down, it’s not urgent and that I don’t have to do everything, all at the same time.
I wish I knew why, I get emotional and cry, for no particular reason, like now.
Why can’t I, not think about death?
And why does a long life, seems like a death sentence to me?
Why does getting well means, being a pharmaceutical guinea pig?
Why can’t I just be, Well?