I've got the white girls disease; it travels through my veins,
Distributed through my blood stream, making me cut away my pain,
I've got the white girls disease, the rarest form of any kind,
The kind that makes you do wrong things, while obliterating the right things in your mind,
Blood leaks everywhere, red is all I see,
Cuts, they mark my body from this white girl's disease,
Blade breaks through my wrist, revealing what lies within,
Revealing what takes over, a disease defined by the color of your skin,
Its flesh eating, yet, so addictive, the pain I always yearn for,
I've got the white girls disease, the disease that has no cure,
niakeva thomas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-girls-disease/
