Stigma
By Rebecca Andrade
I have an illness in my head
that people mistake for me.
Shame, what a shame,
I am a shame,
wrapped in skin
too tight for breath.
Am I nothing more?
I am more, aren’t I?
They want me to
learn, learn to
live comfortably, as secondary,
as sidekick,
as background.
Yes, blend to background,
because I am ashamed.
I’m sorry,
I am nothing more.
About the Author
About the Author
Rebecca Andrade is a student at Arcadia studying creative writing. She may or may not get all her best ideas after long car rides or brainstorming in the most confined places she can find.