(2015)
Psoriasis
#Enfermedad #Piel
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste