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)