(2014)
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
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
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up