Incurable
Trying my best to rise,
yet I fall straight on my behind.
A cosmetic and crucial destruction of my skin—
who can cure the incurable?
I don’t know.
But one thing for sure:
I will stick through it.
I will assist the ones who cannot afford,
the ones who cannot even get the medication.
Migraines force migration,
urgent needs crossing borders.
When will it stop?
When will healing become curable
in my own country?
Poetic Works of Petra Fafina Marina Patrice
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