(2014)
Psoriasis
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
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
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
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
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
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
