I’m posting for Bodour, a single mum in Gaza with cancer. She has a medical appointment tomorrow & only 10 hours to raise enough for treatment & survival needs.

She is her children’s only lifeline. Without her, they have no one. Please, if you can, donate anything. Every bit helps with food, meds and the appointments she needs. If you can’t give, a share means the world.

Time is running out. Let’s help Bodour hold on for her kids. Let’s help her have hope for a better tomorrow.

PLEASE. Click the link, share, anything. Let’s help Bodour

As if I’m a docile flower.

As if I’m cracked glass.

Don’t get too close, if you breathe she’ll break.

Who the fuck got to decide that this was my fate;

To be seen as weak

To be looked at as the definition of defeat.

Like I’m just incomplete.

Like I’m all wrong

And nothing right

“Watch out she’s gonna break if you hold her too tight”

You’ve placed her in a jar

Only to admire her from afar

You placed her on the shelf

And then made a drink for yourself

You are so proud;

You’ve kept her safe

No one can touch her.

And she no longer has a fate.

You preserve her but don’t let her grow

The caged bird sings,

And then she screams.

She’ll crack one day, oh yes

She’ll crack the glass

And run, run so fucking fast.

She is not docile, she is not a flower.

She is the crow beckoning your death

In the latest of hours.

I hope you don’t sleep

Because she’s coming to haunt you

She lingers in corners where shadows don’t reach,

Waiting to teach you the lessons you preached.

Her bones were your cage, her body your prize,

But now she is watching with hollowed-out eyes

She rattles her bones

And whispers your name

Come out now, it’s time to play a game.

Her bones were your walls, her breath was your key,

Now rust and regret are all that you see;