A New York Times article by Elisabeth Rosenthal
My darling little girl, taking
On the whole wide
World
One precious
Breath at a time.
Prescription prices rising,
But we pay
And pay
All the same.
All to help her breathe
A little wheeze,
Come on sweetie
Inhale, exhale
Please just breathe.
Asthma attacks
Or breaking the bank?
My baby’s life
Should not have a price.
But she needs
Those prescriptions.
The money is tight
But her chest is
Tighter.
She needs help,
And we need help
Giving it to her,
I won’t eat, and
I can’t
Breathe,
until
She can.
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