Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Alumna of the University of California, Berkeley & the University of Chicago, University of Illinois at Urbana Champaign.
Assistant Professor at the Department of Health Policy and Management in the Gillings School of Global Public Health at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill.
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I really love this poem. One of my favorites!