I once was told I had the ‘betes,
even though I ate my Wheaties.
Not vitamins nor an apple each day
could keep this ‘betes far away.
The ‘betes wants to run me down,
and swap my joy for a big frown.
So unfriendly when it tries and tries
to threaten my legs! My kidneys! My eyes!
It wants to kill me in my sleep.
The price to live is very steep!
I check, check, check to stay alive.
The ‘betes does not want me to thrive.
And yet, I go-go-go, and fight-fight-fight.
Can’t give up, all day or night!
While the ‘betes might be so shady,
it doesn’t know I’m a stubborn lady.
Kill ’em with kindness — that’s what they say?
F*ck you, ‘betes, and have a great day!
by Ginger Vieira
Author, Writer & SpeakerAssociate Director of Communications at T1D Exchange
Published Diabetes Content: GingerVieira.com