Week Nine. #10: Iris.
title ;; just keep swimming
if i drown,
will you sensationalize
the anguish of those around me
and take advantage of my numb, frigid,
but money-ridden corpse?
like you did with all of the others.
you shed tears for my
'harrowing' murder,
but i can see the vial of eye drops
in your coat pocket.
hey, but when did my drowning
become... a murder?
of course,
sex scandals and kidnappings
are barbarous happenings.
i am no monster.
but have you not perceived
anything else?
i am confounded
by your callowness.
you continue to ignore
what is hurting
the preponderance of us
more and more.
twenty-four thousand deaths
are preventable everyday
only with basic care.
twenty-four thousand people
can live to see the dabbled acrylic
that is tomorrow's sunrise and sunset.
how come we do not hear
about these lives being thrown away?
foreign aid.
environment.
mental health.
there are so many others.
i want to help,
but i am stuck in this ocean.
my ship has been shattered,
and i am drowning.
i. just. want. to. breathe. again.
breathe
breathe
BREATHE.
i know that i cannot do much.
i am just a typical teenage introvert.
but i will try to remember why
i am alive right now.
i want to help.
so i will breathe,
lift my head up high,
and i will learn to swim.
-@justanawkwardbean, Iris.
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