(2014)
Psoriasis
#Psoriasis
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
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
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
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
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe