(2014)
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
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
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job