(2015)
Psoriasis
#Enfermedad #Piel
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me