(2014)
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
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 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 enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
