(2015)
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized