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

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

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team