(2015)
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees