
A slam poem about living with and accpeting Tourettes
A wonderful poem, created by one of my LYS ladies. Enjoy x Blink. Blink. Blink. Squeeze. My eyes slam shut. 1. 2. 3. 4. Fuck!
So close to 5 and yet I open my eyes. I can see the road again. Just taunting me. Teasing me. I hate this. I hate that devilish conscience of self-preservation on my shoulder! She snatches away my chance at success, at discipline and relief. Because now I have to go again. You stupid idiot. You’re weak and this is pathetic.
I twitch my head and jam my