The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
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
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand