Doris R. Vega

GOT TO FACE IT SOMETIME

Got to face it sometime
stuck in the mud of
what’s the use
liars run the world
the silent scream emerging
in this new place
working where I don’t belong
but I won’t think of it
as always
do what is needed
no time to think
self-taught medicine
automatic and unconscious
the voice in my heart
falling silent again
the one that says
why?
I didn’t do anything
gave them all I had each day
and when they ask you
occupation
everything shatters inside.