(2015)
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
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
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
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
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect