Stigma Poem by shimon weinroth

we have stigmas between our thighs,
and stys on our eyes
stain our being,
Cain needed it
Holy Christ, was stigmatized

No amount of penicillin
and their allied groups
can cure the spots,
your stuck once it settles in
a stigma, an added appendage

a hump on your back, a bloated stomach
as it grows takes takes hold,
we have stigmas between our thighs
and stys on our eyes

trying to trade stigmas, doesn't help
you don't get rid of yours
you adopt others become over dosed
branded and maimed,
nothing blots out stigmas of the mind