You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

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

Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words

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

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

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

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

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

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