I am sick.
I am coughing words that people avoid.
They cover up their mouths and they run away.
They are afraid to get sick.
Afraid to expose themselves to reality.
Some say my illness is contagious.
That is true.
My disease spreads as rapid as wildfire.
I have been sick before,
Perhaps never like this.
My throat burns of flames
Bursting deep red and orange,
And my shoulders ache from
The heavy weight of my head
As I can hear their pounding fists
Screaming words of freedom.
Yes, my sickness is contagious,
But those who get sick are the strongest.
They are the ones who will grow up and change the world.