A friend asks me if I am okay
My blood is not being spilt
And my legs are not shattered.
I have no flesh eating disease
And I am not starving.
I’m not dying of thirst,
Or an infectious flesh wound.
My head is attached to my neck
And my neck attached at my shoulders.
I can walk on my feet
Instead of crawling on my abdominal and eating dirt.
I can survive while being inert
I do not have to tend to crops to live.
I can eat nutritious meals
And not fight over a piece of molding bread.
Very few people
Are not okay.
