Comments about Brenda Weemes
In a body that feels not of my own
A stranger, I touch but I do not feel
It betrays me, it teases and taunts and intimidates me.
A part that leaves me in pain
Not just for a little while but
Each little moment, of my waking
And every nigh
Its invisible, it cant be seen.
My mind tells me one thing
My body tells me another.
A prison within myself
I yearn to be like each person I see
But Chronic pain.. and my body
Betrays those dreams.
Birth.. is a miracle
But a baby without a flaw is a bigger miracle
Missing limbs, extra limbs, ...