Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
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
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
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
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
