“You look sick, you REALLY look sick.
Maybe if you did not take all those medications
You would not be so sick.”
I am not sick because I take medications.
I take medications because I am sick.
“So they’re going to blame ALL THAT on the environment?”
Heavy metals, toxins, pesticides, viruses and chemicals in the foods we consume.
How could these things NOT be affecting us?
“Why is it that all you read is stuff about your physical problems?
Maybe concentrating on them to the exclusion of everything else
Could be adding to it. (Or Causing it?)”
I am not sick because of the books I read.
I read the books because I am sick.
“Well I just think that you focus on every little pain and problem you have
And maybe if you didn’t it wouldn’t be such a problem.”
I am not sick because I think about the pain and the problems.
I think about the pain and the problems because I am sick.
“Maybe the fact that you get angry should tell you something.”
I am not sick because I am angry.
I am angry because I am sick.
Why do you want to blame me for being sick?
© 2008 by Sherrillynn Johnson
Note: I have lived with my mom since May of 2001. I have only been able to work full time for one year out of the almost seven that I have been dependent upon her hospitality. While she doesn't always understand where I'm coming from, she always tries. The fact that she gave the OK to my putting this poem out there in the blososphere is testament to her open minded and agreeable attitude. To thank her for all she has done for me is a formidable task, and one that I don't try to do often enough! I dedicate this poem to her. Thanks Mom!!!