Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose