(2014)
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words