(2014)
#Writing
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
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