I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong