Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

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

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

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

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete