(2015)
I have psoriasis, a genetic skin condition caused by an accelerated over-active immune system. The skin cells regenerate too fast and they pile up.
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best