Prose of Polish (passed) rev 2-19
Prose of Polish passed; The chemical stench assaults her nose and makes her dizzy. It burns her eyes - Crimson flows into cotton and drips like the blood of her spirit washed into the wastebasket as it stains her fingers She does not cry chemical tears though - these tears are real as hope disappears from fingertips Tomorrow she goes to work in the world of non-believers in the world of hate and judgement born of ignorance - But She IS real - is still here but hides to survive to earn her living, to maintain healthcare access It's no small sacrifice to shed symbolic blood to exist stealthily another day concealed - within business casual and false bravado It's a bigger sacrifice of spirit - though the tears have dried on the outside at least Her inner strength is fierce; and real. Allie Rae Hampton 8-17 (rev 1-26-19)