On Being a Diabetic (Rachel Perry

On Being a Diabetic (Rachel Perry - Lafayette, LA)

As if they weren't tough enough, the normal ups and downs of life

The ups and down of blood sugar will further multiply the strife

It's a long and bumpy road the diabetic must traverse

Throughout the journey you need to pee and nothing can quench your thirst

It's rising agitation after milkshakes and potatoes

No jam or syrup at breakfast, for you it's plain ole' toast

Overestimate your dose and soon the see-saw hurdles down

You can't comprehend the world because its spinning round and round

Most of the time your lips just go numb, which might not seem so bad

Articulating words becomes that talent you never had

It's comparable to drunkenness but not so satisfying

It's being on a roller coaster that no one else is riding

Although I speak of this disease with tones of aggravation

Let me not forget to share my sinecerest appreciation

While the ups and downs and shots and stabs may tire my weary head

Had I been born a century ago, I'd certainly be dead

My stomach is quite full at times, but I must eat some more

Then when dinner time has come,

You cannot quit eating just because your stomach's feeling full

You have got to follow formulas and carbohydrate rules

Cookies, muffins, cakes and tarts are obviously not advisable

But who would think that beer and bananas

Comments

Come Hither (Annette Redmond Walters - Lafayette, LA)

I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.

Let That Fucker Burn (John Chenvert - Napoleonville, LA)

Let that fucker burn. Let the fire crackle like the whips once did— like bone meeting leather, like screams swallowed by the trees. Let the white columns crumble to ash. Not as tragedy— but as truth, unearthing itself from beneath generations of silence. Nottoway is not a mansion. It’s a mausoleum. A lie carved in stone to honor the hands that held the whip, not the backs that bore it. They called it the “White Castle.” A place of beauty. A place for weddings, for photo ops, for pretending that horror can be made elegant if the curtains match the guilt. But no paint can cover what happened there. Blood doesn’t wash out with white linens. And pain doesn’t forget just because you renamed it history. I’m not Black. And I won’t pretend to carry that weight. But I also won’t ignore it. My people—the Guanches—were taken too. Our language silenced. Our land stolen. Our names nearly erased. So yes, I know colonization. Yes, I know what it means to be disappeared. But I also know this— my skin ...

Lunatic (Lily Lechler - New Orleans, LA)

“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed

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