It’s not that I’m sad
Though I am
It’s not that I’m discouraged
Though I am
It soaks deeper

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

The whole world
Aches and groans
Do you feel her pain?
The human in me
Wants to heal mankind

Bags full of diapers
Cars waiting in line
Smell coming from the load
Ashamed it was mine
He noticed my insulin pump

I am unique
In so many ways
But while variety excites
What we look for
Is our common thread

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

The more you treat me like a nag
The more I become one
I’m sorry if I micromanage
Your clean clothes
Your hot meals

I find richness
In the mixture
In what others disdain
Young people lost
Between two cultures

Blonde eyes
To match her hair
Life is mean
She counts her blessings
Hopes for the best