(2015)
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
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
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple