Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
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
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
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
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
