My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

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

Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace