(2015)
Psoriasis
#Enfermedad #Piel
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
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
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo