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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
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
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
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding