“You Make Me Sick” Spoken Word on Trauma, Transition, and Grief

“You make me sick”

An original poem by : Axton N.O. Mitchell

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I mean I am thirty three, 

One would assume it’s about time I get over my chronic case of 

Teenage angst. 

I am not even sure if I could 

Call it that, anymore. 

Pick your face up off the floor 

Your oldest so became a man

And 

You never had to hold my hand 

I wasn’t potty training until 9 

You never had to lie about my 

Age to hide the statutory 

Rape

But

I would say that I hate you 

and I do 

Repeat that pretty frequently

It’s easier than explaining the

Nothingness I feel  when it

Comes to you

 

I  won’t let anymore of the  

Daughter you never got to knows

Tears fall out of your oldest 

sons eyes

They aren’t mine to cry. 

In high school I struggled 

When the numb feeling would 

Overcome me 

And everything. 

For once I feel nothing, and I don’t

Want to feel anything. 

It’s comforting. 

Back then

I did not yet discover 

My brain had the ick 

And it was you that 

Made me 

S

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