Psoriasis
(2014)
#Psoriasis
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
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
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
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
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me