Smoking
When I breathe,
what do I choose to inhale?
The air;
Full of poisons.
The pollution, the chemicals.
Bleaching our body.
Discussed everywhere;
the schools,
the news.
The ones that fuel the wildfires
of suffocation;
those aren’t brought to light.
And they come from our own
mouths
and actions.
I was once forced to take a joint
made by a boy that took pride
in his strength.
Strength that he proudly displayed
through heinous acts of
grabbing me,
touching me,
pushing me.
The grotesque fumes clouded my eyes
in a haze of self hatred,
spilling into my nostrils.
The scarring of my nose
reads words:
Ugly, unworthy, unlovable
You know what they say about smoking,
It’s addictive.
The chemicals, the nicotine.
Others tried his drugs at his urging.
They accomplished the same high
via my pleas for mercy.
What good is a single smoker
when you can
share the artificial joy.
Others simply chose to breathe.
Coughing out the second hand smoke,
hating the lingering scent,
but not saying anything.
Just don’t join in,
that’s what everyone says.
What about me?
The drugs were being forced down my trachea.
Shoved into my lungs,
creating a growing cancer,
infecting my body.
I was told to fight it, but
how can one ignore the destruction
of my cells;
the cells that made up my every being.
My self-love, my empathy, my kindness.
The signs of my newfound disease
were there…
Scratching my arms,
colors of grey underneath my eyes,
Sometimes I refused to eat,
and when I did,
the sustenance exited into the toilet.
I tried to find hands, doctors to hold me.
The diagnosis never came.
It’s my fault, they say.
Why should I have these feelings?
It’s just their words, why should I listen?
They tell me to deny it,
to ignore the hatred,
to turn a blind eye to my torment.
It’s not real to them.
I suppose I should have protected myself better.
I don’t want to smoke,
but in the end
my words aren’t enough.
So I let the toxins infect me.
My parents stood by
watching me overdose.
Disgusting
You don’t belong here
My drug addiction
only become important,
when my own smoke
Disappeared into the stratosphere
singing hymns of unshed tears and cries for help.
You didn’t see my pain.
I wasn’t unhappy in your eyes.
How could you not see…