To You Mr. President, by Siobhan Hebron

To You Mr. President,

To you

I am emotional and I am sick

To you

I am a series of holes, for penetrating or expelling

And so if I could, I would bleed indefinitely on your neatly manicured lawn because that is
  what would offend you the most

To you

I am hysterical

And so if I could, I would vibrate with the bees and we would be the water reaching
  a fever pitch to boiI you, our great American bullfrog

To you

I am emotional and I am sick

To you

I am sick, I have only illness

And so if I could, I would suck my cancer in and vacuum every diseased cell into
  my soul just to blow it into your face as the defect you fear and choke on

To you

I am weak, empathetic to the fellow weak

And so if I could, I would gather up my weaknesses and smother you with empathy, with
  vulnerability, with queerness, with compassion; to the point that you could not breathe for

your own inhumanity

Siobhan Hebron is an interdisciplinary artist living and working in Los Angeles. She graduated from UCLA in 2012 with a B.A. in both Art and Art History.

Hebron’s work takes from her personal diagnosis of cancer and broader dialogues of illness, chronic conditions, disability and ableism, and the sick female body. Her visual work engages in feminist social practice, directly embracing community and collaboration. Her writing explores these same topics and functions within the idea that a radically honest dialogue is needed to change the socio-cultural norms around health and illness. Her most recent project was an 80+ page compilation of her own work over the last five years, released on the five year anniversary of her cancer diagnosis.

Hebron is currently pursuing a Patient Advocacy certificate, and plans to continue exploring and making work about illness to advance conversations between the artistic and medical communities.

Instagram: @siobhanhebron

Twitter: @SiobhanHebron

Website: http://siobhanhebron.com

Email: siobhanhebron@gmail.com