(2014)
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
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
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
