(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
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
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
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
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
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me