(2014)
Psoriasis
#Psoriasis
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
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
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees