Reality Bites Poem by Nabeela Black

Bones he calls me.

Lord, I've acquired more meat
on dees bones than I care to admit.

Tru tho, major fault aint mine,
but the darn production line
healthcare system that's been 'refined'.

No doubt, I could sue
but really what's the use?
My friend Sue tried and got beat up bad
cuz she worked in healthcare land.

Oh the joys of a job
where freedom of speech ain't really allowed.
So 'ambassador' I am.

But people see me limp
so draw conclusions
as they offer me a hand.
Or they just call me gimp
and laugh.

Least he just calls me 'Bones'.