(2015)
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never