The following poem speaks to the extremities of 3rd world living; many of the preservatives and layers of comfort are removed, leaving you with naked life. A doctor friend was doing rounds on a plastic surgery ward when she was in residency. She said it was really cool to see a liposuction because she was able to open up a very obese woman and see that, under the layers of fat, she had a very cute figure. That's what Uganda is; life stripped of the layers of comfort. Underneath, when you look past the blood and guts; it's beautiful.
Pain, heat, light
Sharp, searing, and sudden
Aggravation, like nettles
Joy, likewise, overwhelming, pure
Inspiration, simple
Food, whole
Corn syrup, preservatives
Missing
Rottenness, freshness, waste
Reality
Layers of comfort,
Enveloped humidity
Predictability, schedules
Sealed indoor structures,
Fatty cushioning
Sucked away
Exposed abdominals
Feel every sensation
Store nothing
Beauty today
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