Rebuking the Devil
Drove around
Last night
Turned off the radio
Rolled up the windows
Blasted the heat
Intentional discomfort
Incinerator on wheels
I shouted
Like a madwoman
on a street corner
in the Bronx
Get the ****
Outta here
You've had your fun
Now
Beat It
Scram
I've been patient
Understanding
Even compassionate at times
And now
I'm telling you to
Clear out
Now
Today
Vamoose
Beat It
Cancer
Git
All the way out
And a little warning
No setting up
Your filthy little camp
Somewhere else
In
My
Body
Felt so good
Felt like a Texas preacher
'Buking the devil
--Chia Martin, Writing Your Way Through Cancer
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