Acclimatized.

I was misdiagnosed too many times,
saved myself from all the lies.
Escaped to a far off place
and now I have acclimatized.

I survived the darkest hours,
made it through the worst storms. 
April showers bring may flowers,
soon I'll be back to normal.

Assimilated today,
maybe one day I will know greatness. 
Surround myself with only positive
and now I feel so elated.

Thought that I knew everything
but I barely knew a thing.
Once I accepted this truth,
my soul began to sing.

Buried under avalanches
and even lost at sea.
Volcanic ash surrounded me
until I was a victim of my own misery.

Tornadoes and tsunamis of terror twisted inside of me
but the landslide brought me down, to Earth again.
No longer afraid to falter now that I am my own best friend.

New World Order.

I listen to music and I am overcome with inspiration
that moves my soul and fills me with determination.
Sobriety has been so good to me now that my demons are eliminated.
I just sit back and let the words pour out until I'm proud of my creations.
Venting all of my frustrations now that I am hydrated.
No stranger to torment but ashamed that I became so jaded.
Many moons ago, my life revolved around getting faded.
But now that I've regained control of LIFE, I feel so elated.
Celebrating myself again now that I'm no longer vacant
or running from a lie that became too blatant.
Learning to survive, my virtue of choice is patience.
I just grew so tired of my endless hospitalizations.
Striving for universal elevation, a new level of consciousness in every nation.
Tired of the ignorance, everyone's only concerned with their occupations.
There is no better time than now for our hearts to accept a new vocation.
So let's all put our hands together and pray for exaltation.
Clap your hands and raise your voices for divination.
Now that we've got education, it's our graduation.
So let's open our hearts and say congratulations.

LUPUS.

Autoimmune diseases that mainly affect Goddesses from Venus,
have got me seething, writhing with anger for my aunts, sisters and nieces.
Lupus took an angel from me when she was only twenty-three and I was nine.
I am now filled with rage against a machine that killed one of mine.
AIDS and Arthritis, HIV, and Fibromyalgia,
are weapons worse than guns that can annihilate anyone's nostalgia.
Chronic illnesses of a calibre that create constant pain;
the kind that can conjure up cancerous emotions in the brain.
I will not quit or concede to defeat until there is a cure,
for these crimes against humanity that rob my brothers of their allure.
Once so charming, now disarmed of their desires to stay alive and fight the good fight.
Coughing, wheezing to survive, all throughout the night.
But alas, they soldier on with the kind of will that creates legacies,
for they are armed with strength that could have even defeated Hercules.