(2015)
Psoriasis
#Enfermedad #Piel
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
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
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work