Member Poem

you
feel this slashing something in your stomach
solely something sour, surly
unsympathetic to your sombreness
surviving by sucking, sipping, slurping you whole; your senses whole
this something certainly saw you straying, saw you sinning; sawed you
into half
dissected sections, slices, simplified you into sizes
easier to swallow
this something said speeches on starvation, on salivation, on stopping sustenance
on submerging yourself in hallucinations
somehow
this something stayed secured to you
despite you
stumbling, slipping, stammering over and over;
so small it squeezed you, so sickly, unsightly, so despicable;
it tried to make you
into something like something itself.
something no one respects, selects
but
take a step back; 
resurrect yourself.
tell this slashing, sour, surly something in your stomach
to silence
to swallow its own sermons
sing its own symphonies
suffocate in its own sorrows
do not become something
You are not something
You are somebody
You are a body so small
yet spewing, spurting, swarming with
success, and certitude and hope
You
Are not your sickness
You
are not something, a slave to something
You are
striking
special
singular
You
are sweet
You
are selfless
You