When I broke my hand
My foot never asked if it was okay
The pain of cracked collagen can't compare though to the separation anxiety
I feel inside my frame when a cut on my foot goes untreated
It may not matter to the rest
Until it festers and spreads
Until all of me is dead
Is this when I will finally take notice of
A separated self
Living under the same roof
A house divided against itself cannot stand
So I sit
Paralyzed from the neck down
Neck deep in a self-made grave
All the wisdom and knowledge in the world caught in my throat
Like a piece of bread that went down the wrong pipe
My body is broken
For you
Rebelled against yourself
Hating the health that you were created for
Never knowing more than one strand of rope
Binding every member tightly
And distinctly apart from one another
Brother from brother
Sister from sister
Uncaring for how the family is faring
Yet still daring to call itself one
Nation under God
Indivisible, but not so prime
Liberty and justice just this time
Because every day, my eye tries to tell my waistline that it does not belong but as long as you
Banish all that which is not perfect
You will have nothing to stand on, touch with, or see through
You cannot exist apart from you who is the sum the of our parts doing our part
What one can start
Another can end
What others have broke together we mend
When one needs strength we all can lend
So send out a message to all of our members in every corner, crevice, and category
To every finger, face, and forearm
That we are the separately united
We are the individual collective
The isolated joined, the scattered gathered the disjointed conjointed, anointed
Under one head
Around one heart
We are the many
And we are one