I REMEMBER

inside me

flat on my tummy
pull down your pants
so cold
so cold....

why do they have to
do this
to me?

why does the doctor
touch me there?
i didn't do anything.
that's not the part of me
that's sick.

but you keep touching me
there
every time we see you
and
every time we see you
my heart fills up
with tears....

Drawing and poem © 1998 by Jeannine Laura A.
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