What I Call It Poem by celia hinojosa

They call it depression, I call it reminiscing and getting sad to something you once had with someone, wanting bad to have that again but you can't and it's hard to just hurry and begin to move on from something that you love and is now gone. They call it insomnia, I call it the mafia fighting with the sheep your counting or stuff on your head when your trying to go to bed and you worry, have furry that you can't sleep which helps less and makes your night a mess. They call it ADHD, I call it being energized and feeling revived, having more focus on more important things and spreading wings of knowledge on your own, I call them special human beings that have many dreams. They call it cancer, I call it hells blood cell dancers bringing pain to kids and adults shortening lives, Causing sadness to mothers and wives, Choosing the fate of many people not allowing them to chose their own. They call it bipolar, I call it being overly emotional and sensitive but looked at as crazy, like your the number one enemy because we switch emotions like every second in us theirs a different entity. They call it death, I call it beauty because your soul if holy goes beyond the clouds in gods kingdom where there is no pain or suffering and you can rest in peace. They call it life, I call it a miracle Gone wrong 'cause this world is hell and cruel where there are fools making money out of other peoples pain.