(2014)
Psoriasis
#Psoriasis
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile