You are not a human being.

when THEY say —

“wake-up.
this is not a dream.
YOU are not a human being.”

when THEY ask YOU —
(if you believe...)

When THEY tell YOU —

“when will YOU realise
WE are but machines.”

will you be insane like me?

THEY’LL
be telling me
my body can be fixed
like a car

at an auto body shop.

but
my fever doesn’t
break like no radiator.

just like my uterus
doesn’t have
those fits of
hysteria

because
of those bits
THEY call
female.

my brain
doesn’t need
no tune up.

advertised as
a screw driver
up ones nose
so fast —
THEY’D be home
by lunch.

george washington
died with leaches
and blood loss.

yesterdays sure cures
make me rest assured —

that
my body
is pretty

alright.

I am okay
doing things
THEY said

could not be.

I am a breathing being
doing human things.

YOU see.