(2015)
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
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
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
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
