(2015)
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí