Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

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

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

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

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

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

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me