Slip of the Tongue ~ A Collection of Poetry

Sugar-blooded Girl

With her speckled pale skin and her brown hair in curl

She is usually smiling with the scorching summer's heat,

But not today because today she is a sugar-blooded girl.

She's got numbness dripping from her finger tips

And sweetness sticking to her gums

While the sun won't shine 

When she's blind

But that's the plight of a sugar-blooded girl.

She won't hum us a song,

Because the drumming in her head is too strong

And her thoughts are jumbled by their beats.

When the nights are too short,

And her body only hurts when she should be asleep.

Sugar-blooded girl don't fall in too deep.

Her mouth is burned dry

From all the good cries

But even the river won't aide this catastrophe.

Her outlines are igniting where her edges should be,

And she's scratching them until she's seeping all that is sweet.

Sugar-blooded girl you could be free.

But sugar-blooded girl you really should leave,

Your fingers, like thorns are beginning to stick inside

And I'm beginning to bleed. 

Oh, sugar-blooded girl I wish you weren't me.

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This poem addresses something extremely personal to me. I was diagnosed with Type 1 (juvenile) diabetes in 2004 when I was nine, so I've been living with this condition for almost 8 years now. It's a condition that infuses itself into your everyday life, you can't take days off and it's constantly in the back of your mind. I'm not trying to get sympathy, I'm not dying and it's not the worst thing in the world. But everyone's got something, and this is mine. 

This poem explains all the symptoms of high and low bloodsugars, in a more creative and less medical fashion. I hope you enjoyed it.