(2014)
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The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
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
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco