(2014)
#Portraits
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?