(2014)
#Pain
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory