I have never been a fan of reading, let alone writing poetry. When this assignment was announced it did not capture my interest in anyway. However, once I began writing, I did not want to stop. Poetry is something I would not ever freely do if not not assigned. Looking back on these poems I created, my mind has somewhat changed.
Elizabeth Eckford
Hatred pours from the mouths of those hollering at me.
I record my steps taken from the car, in case I must make a dash for it.
They glance and loathe at the color of my skin.
I am not here for them, I am here to learn.
They are here for me, but I will not falter.
I deserve this, it is my given right.
The unfamiliar building locks in sight.
These first steps inside will reshape history.
Worry begins to seep in.
I decide to walk in.
OrGAn
H- hurts to believe nothing lasts forever.
E- everything and everyone has an endpoint.
A- after all the hugs and laughs you’re left with despair.
R- remember to always love Yourself first.
T- time goes on and nothing is ever the same once your HEART is involved.
Life Granted
The prick of a needle on my finger
no longer brings me agony.
Life is extra cautious ever since I
became a closer target to death.
Food no longer taste the same.
This body of mine is no longer in
control.
Twenty-four seven this miniature pocketed device shoots me up with the greatest
Tool I have to live.
Struggles are real keeping tabs on glucose monitorings.
Low sugars are
shaky,
like an out of body experience.
High sugars are
exhausting.
Parched mouth accompanied by waves of nausea.
I have come to accept this life
rather than deny it.
Diabetes changed me.
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