(2015)
Psoriasis
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
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
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
