(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
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
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
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
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team