(2014)
#1Diabetes #InsulinPumpType
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
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
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall