Elizebeth Turnquist


  • losing priveledge

    You are losing something
    The extra you have isn’t yours
    It was unfair when was given to you
    Distributed unequally at birth
    And now it feels unfair to loose it
    Like you’re being stolen from
    But you are returning stolen goods
    The fair part is you sharing
    Giving up the extra you have
    So that everyone can have some.
    2024-01-01
    Poem, poetry

  • health I never had

    I see health in others
    And miss a life I can’t know
    An imagined experience
    I grieve for what I never got
    I morn the life I’m missing
    The freedom I don’t have
    Settling into a compromise
    With my imperfect body
    I’m frustrated by new symptoms
    Trapped in this tightening trap
    As my body betrays me
    I adjust to the new normal
    But I can’t live in grief
    So I give myself space to feel
    Light a candle for my loss
    And then turn back to the life I have.
    2023-12-25
    Poem, poetry

  • I want a wife

    Wish I could find a man to be my wife
    Who’s totally devoted to my needs
    Gives me endless free labor
    Asks for the bare minimum in return
    A man focused on my desire
    To be on display when I choose
    Who’s aware I can replace him
    With a younger, more eager version
    Is happily barefoot in the kitchen
    Making our house a home
    Sacrifices his own needs
    Because my needs come first
    And he would know his place
    Because I gave him my name
    A wife is the reward I deserve
    My prize and proof I won at life.
    2023-12-18
    Poem, poetry

  • cleave people from the herd

    We’re your sickly and old

    The ones that can’t keep up
    Falling behind in the race
    The ones you sacrifice
    You see us as disposable
    Or you choose to be blind
    Except you are setting yourself up
    For a future of being culled, too
    When you forget compassion and care
    You ignore that we’re in your herd
    You may choose to see us
    But we can’t help but see you.
    2023-12-11
    Poem, poetry

  • a moderated life

    I was a active kid and also sickly
    I played rough and then later suffered
    Never fit in school so I was a loner
    But my family friends played with me

    I had a social group as a teenager
    And I matched their social energy
    I stated up all night and partied
    And then crashed when I went home

    It was in my 30s that I saw the pattern
    When I act like other people I pay
    And the cost is tripple the fun
    More days lost than fun gathered

    I learned to live a moderate life
    Chose stability in my symptoms
    I grieved that life wasn’t like others
    Gave up on a life I can’t have.

    2023-12-04
    Poem, poetry

  • not trying to blend

    What if I am cringy
    A background player
    That everyone laughs at
    Self aware that I don’t fit in
    But also comfortable in myself
    And that confidence shines through
    Because I don’t hate myself
    I’d rather embrace my awkward
    Than chase someone else’s ideal
    And maybe some people mock me
    But that tells me who they are
    It doesn’t affect who I choose to be.
    2023-11-27
    Poem, poetry

  • not dying today

    My symptoms aren’t acute
    They’re persistent and uncomfortable
    Just not urgent or life threatening
    I have treatements that work
    Not a cure but a way to manage
    And succesfull lifestyle changes
    That make my symptoms less
    But you can’t call me healthy
    I live with symptoms everyday
    I’m surviving, not thriving
    Some days are less pain
    But I can’t imagine pain free
    I’m not well but I’m also not dying today.
    2023-11-20
    Poem, poetry

  • not a brave face

    In a culture where tough is praised

    And showing pain is weak
    Then I’m considered a whiner
    Because sometimes I name it
    Instead of living in painful silence
    I defy loneliness and issolation
    Take comfort from those around me
    By bravely sharing my vulnerability
    Admitting that living sometimes hurts
    Speaking up can’t remove pain
    But it can make it more bearable.
    2023-11-13
    Poem, poetry

  • not about you

    My house is my comfort
    It should fit my needs
    I keep it up to my standards
    I don’t clean for guests
    I live in my body
    My asthetic is for me
    And clothe it as I please
    I don’t dress for strangers
    My behavior is my choice
    My choices may not work for you
    I have to live with my consequences
    And I don’t require your approval
    Sometimes my actions effect you
    And that is when you get to care
    But I still keep these boundaries 
    My life choices don’t disrespect you.
    2023-11-07
    Poem, poetry

  • decenter

    Why do you center yourself
    Speaking for us but not to us
    Give me back my words
    Don’t talk about me or for me
    Your ignorance is quickly seen
    But only by those in the know
    You try to gatekeep what I say
    Make up words to avoid what I am
    My learned experience rings true
    Even when you suppress my story.
    2023-10-31
    Poem, poetry

  • living my truth

    I’m not willing to lie anymore
    They like me hiding the real me
    It allowed them to be comfortable
    But it made me feel worse
    You don’t want to hear about my day
    Because my day involves pain
    You don’t want to hear what I feel
    My good attitude is back lit by pain
    If the real me was hateful
    Then maybe I’d understand
    But this is about social discomfort
    This is about disturbing truth
    I’m outspoken but introverted
    I’m employed and disabled
    I’m authentic with mental illness
    I’m not looking to fit your mold.
    2023-10-24
    Poem, poetry

  • wife left in the hospital

    In sickness and in health they say
    But it’s often a one sided promise
    We all agree boys run away
    Eager to escape emotional burden
    But men are no better at sticking it out
    When a woman needs support
    Men feel they’re in the right to leave
    If a woman can’t serve her role
    Husbands don’t stay to be caregivers
    If a wife becomes a burden
    Chronic illness is a dealbreaker.
    2023-10-17
    Poem, poetry

  • skewed by suspicion

    Why do you have expectations
    Of how health should look or act
    You don’t live in my symptoms
    Health isn’t linear and we aren’t twins
    Who taught you to doubt me
    To question a wheelchair or cane
    Eager to catch me in the act
    Of some malingering performance
    Why am I guilty until proven innocent
    Your view is skewed by suspicion
    Outright assuming I must be lying
    Making it up to gain attention
    Who wants to living in this picture
    Putting on a long con for strangers
    Getting all this negative attention
    Living outside socially acceptable
    Why do you think you are special
    That I’m makings it up for you
    That you know the ultimate truth
    That you know me better than me.
    2023-10-10
    Poem, poetry

  • Medicine exists for healthy people

    Doctors goal is to get people healthy
    So when faced with chronic illness
    A complicated patient they can’t fix
    Once their diagnosis is complete
    And they’ve handed out treatment
    Even if the symptoms are still present
    They wash their hands of us
    Doctors aren’t here for wholistic care
    Few are excited by a long term puzzle
    The puzzle of confusing symptoms
    And rounds of inconclusive tests
    They default to psychosomatic
    They outsource the care of emotion
    That is the role of a psychiatrist
    Doctors want to conquer health
    Not hear a frustrated patient
    With never ending symptoms
    They want to be the hero
    But after multiple appointments
    It’s easier to label malaise
    Than admit their failure.
    2023-10-03
    Poem, poetry

  • not up or down

    My morality isn’t vertical

    You are not better than me 
    And I am not better than you
    We are both worthy
    And no one is undeserving
    No onehad to tell me this
    I was born knowing it
    My ethics are horizontal.
    2023-09-26
    Poem, poetry

  • crazy cat lady

    In a roundabout way
    I traded my married life
    For the title crazy cat lady
    The traditional role
    Was sold as happiness
    But didn’t give me security
    So understand, I don’t regret
    Giving up my faithless husband
    As marriage was no guarantee
    I am more myself
    Thriving as a spinster
    Because I didn’t give up on me.
    2023-09-19
    Poem, poetry

  • only the old and sick die

    A global pandemic comes

    And the takeaway is eugenics
    Long as the masses can survive
    It’s okay for the old and sick to die
    The public prefers simple comfort
    Don’t want to hear downer statistics
    Don’t want a mask or a vaccine
    Sure, you might get long covid
    You might kill your family or friends
    But a party is worth the gamble
    Mass spreader events are more fun.
    2023-09-12
    Poem, poetry

  • external judgement

    Carrying around all that judgment
    It has to be a weighty burden
    So much to disapprove and disdain
    Must be a heavy arsenal to bear
    I’m sorry the dagger in your eyes
    Bounce off of my lack of caring
    Hate leaking from your gaze
    Will never be able to touch me
    Because I’m not invested in you
    The same as you’re effected by me.
    2023-09-05
    Poem, poetry

  • quiet quit is my baseline

    The way they exploit you

    Is the reason they won’t hire me
    When you work all those unpaid hours
    When you give above and beyond
    I can’t live up to that expectation
    You hustle to get a possible raise
    I’m struggling to give what’s required
    You network with all the right people
    I stand out because of my limitations
    Exploitation isn’t fair to either of us
    Our worth isn’t in dollars and cents
    You can quiet quit and still have a job
    I’m lucky they’re not looking for cause
    I wish you would act your wage.
    2023-08-29
    Poem, poetry

  • approval after the fact

    If you hear my story

    And then you feel for me
    Where was your compassion
    When you saw me as the villain?
    Why do I have to explain
    That life is hard and traumatic
    For you to try and understand me
    What does that say about you?
    If you think strange is awful
    And difference is unacceptable 
    You are always going to judge me
    You will still want to change me
    If I haven’t hurt you
    And I’m not out to harm you
    Then I’m not the one who’s wrong
    My compassion isn’t conditional.
    2023-08-21
    Poem, poetry

  • burnt flavor

    Idle lips seek my ears

    An exchange of vicious banter
    Cringe isn’t just in what you do
    It’s also in what you splatter
    I avoid the burnt flavor you bring
    As you season the world bitter
    I can seek a sweeter taste
    Avoid the twisted taste you deliver
    Your art can be a saucy critique 
    A smug feeling that you’re better
    While I enjoy my grateful life
    Writen in a complimentary letter.
    2023-08-15
    Poem, poetry

  • resigned to pride

    My frenemy, disability
    This is my uninvited guest
    A squatter in my body
    My long term companion
    It can come at any time
    And no one is safe
    You may not know it’s there
    And it’s rarely predictable
    Nearly impossible to get rid of
    Even making it behave is a struggle
    So we adjust where we can
    An suffer through the rest
    Yes I’ve come to accept it
    I’m even proud I love with it
    But that doesn’t mean I like it
    Or that anyone else should want it.
    2023-08-07
    Poem, poetry

  • not the real you

    I don’t know you
    Because you don’t want me to
    You hide away the real you
    Behind what others expect
    Your performance is perfected
    The person you think I want
    You were trained well to hide
    But I can see your walls are up
    It’s not for lack of my trying
    Showing an active interest
    Grilling you like an interview
    Trying to coax you out
    You’re not evading my disdain
    If you were to be real with me
    It’d be no different than now
    I definitely don’t like the fake you.
    2023-08-01
    Poem, poetry

  • mythical money monster

    How can you have a billion dollars
    And still claim to be human
    You are more a mythical creature
    Hoarding multiple lifetimes of money
    Trading our lives as commodities
    They say absolute power corrupts
    It’s cliche how you prove this true
    You con us to do more for less
    Rent us property on stollen land
    Charge extra for our necessities
    Trade our livelihood like collectibles
    You wear our skin, looking like us,
    As you disconnect yourself from us
    You can’t own us if you know our pain
    As you desensitize yourself from us
    You don’t feel compassion as you win
    Being a billionaire isn’t ethical
    My words punch up at your morality
    You make yourself separate from us
    Hoarding a mountain of gold, a throne,
    A dragon kills with its breath
    Like a billionaire steals without effort
    Your mythic existence exploits us.
    2023-07-28

  • replace guns with therapy

    Mass murderers are mostly men

    They use guns to speak their feelings
    Anger being the feeling they’re allowed
    They take out their disapointment
    Their frustration and resentment
    Punishing the world as they leave it
    Destroying any chance of escape
    In an act of violent suicide.
    2023-07-25

  • accessibility for all

    What if we had equanimity
    And accessibility was for all
    What if cost was never an argument
    We got what we need to do our job
    What if productivity was not a value
    And they forced us to self care
    What if they prioritized our life
    And made space for workers needs
    What if they didn’t make us compete
    And they created a spot for anyone
    What if they saw us as irreplaceable
    They were eager to keep us around
    What if they saw us as people first
    Not dollars and cents on a bottom line
    What if we could exist without them
    So they never got to exploit us
    What if these weren’t “what if’s”
    They were rights instead of wishes.
    2023-07-18

  • Self Advocate

    You call me an armchair expert
    I call me a patient advocate
    My persistent research
    And being active in my care
    Is my superpower, not a fault
    You have years of education
    But I’m an expert on my body
    I know what I’m feeling
    My medical history is memory
    I don’t get to ignore my symptoms
    You can run standard tests
    And give up if they fail
    You can tell me nothing’s wrong
    But your failure to diagnose
    Doesn’t change things for me
    So let’s agree to disagree
    When you decide to dismiss me
    Even if you’ve given up
    I still live in this body
    This puzzle comes with me.
    2023-07-11

  • why the questions?

    What does disability look like?

    What does a faker look like?
    Why are you so suspicious?
    Why is your nose in my business?
    Why do you demand an explination?
    What is the value of your judgement?
    Who said I care what you think?
    Who made you think you know me?
    Why am I even talking to you?
    2023-07-04

  • the price of mental health

    Remeber that permanent record
    The lie parents told us in school
    Well your medical record is real
    And it will follow you in life

    In order for a therapist to treat

    Insurance requires a diagnosis
    Therapists put down an answer
    An answer from one appointment
    True or not, the diagnosis is on record
    And medicine perscribed on record
    A medical record that goes with you
    And when your general physician sees 
    If any symptom can be psycological
    It can trigger them to dismiss you
    Because you’re labeled mentally ill
    The price of seeking mental wellness
    Is more that the cost of insurance 
    It can be the curse of medical bias.
    2023-06-27

  • don't know what they think

    I’m battling a false ghost
    Telling myself horror stories
    My perception of their perception
    An apparition of my own making
    Writing dialog of what they think
    Inserting my worst thoughts in them
    Pulling preconceptions from the world
    Imagining them as monstrous
    Behind their mask of silence
    Believing they judge me
    When I have no proof
    If only I could stop
    My preconception.
    2023-06-20

  • Aging into disability

    Most people become disabled
    I don’t mean it as a threat
    It’s just an unavoidable fact
    Inevitably we all get old
    And old comes with more sick
    And medicine can keep us alive
    But treatment isn’t always a cure
    So most of us age into disability
    Life goes on when we aren’t young
    We can survive without perfect health
    We can live a life not able-bodied
    And the wisdom I’d like to offer y’all
    If you notice a person with a disability
    Is that we all end up there eventually.
    2023-06-13

  • no longer desired

    As a girl I was susceptible
    The promise of princess fantasy
    Of a man to take care of me
    I romanticized my gender role
    My young mind rejected the dour
    What my elder women said
    A prediction I would regret
    A promise that girlishness is fleeting
    I don’t choose to resent my youth
    As I lapped up the male gaze
    As I took care of my man
    As I believed in forever
    No, I wont condemn my child self
    For falling prey to tainted fruit
    It’s men that saw an expiration date
    That thought me better compliant
    I prefer to be angry at them
    Resentful at their dismissal
    As I aged out of male desire
    Age gave me the person I want to be.
    2023-06-06

  • respectful, not patronizing

    I don’t need to tell someone

    That I don’t believe what they do
    If that belief isn’t harming me
    And it isn’t an act of intimacy
     
    I aim for compassion and respect
    And sometimes that means agnostic
    If they find comfort in their belief
    Why would I challenge that worldview
    Long as they aren’t pushing it on me
    I don’t need to tout my skepticis
    By explaining their belief to them
    Because belief doesn’t work for me.
    2023-04-24

  • at least some men

    I’m not looking to date a man

    Or invest into some grown boy
    Go ahead and call it man hate
    But it’s really self-preservation
    Searching for an exception to all men
    Means we have to roll the dice
    Invite the risk of real trauma
    The feminist in me is repelled 
    I would consider gender fluid
    Or some sort of non-binary
    But even then I’m doubtful
    My new romantic ideal is a rebel
    Rejecting gender expectations 
    Eager for reversal of roles
    Someone who wants to know me
    And all my wierd and flawed.
    2023-04-18

  • abled accommodation

    If you’re able bodied
    You receive accommodation
    You just don’t know it
    Those of us disabled
    Present ourselves as palatable
    Our silence is accommodation 
    We edit out the uncomfortable parts
    Hiding the differences we can
    You don’t have our lived experience 
    And always explaining is exhausting
    Our patience is an accommodation
    Not asking or expecting too much
    Putting up with nosy questions
    Excusing the demands of explanation
    Accepting that compassion is rare
    Even being open is an accommodation
    We put ourselves at risk of disgust
    Seen as entertainment or a curiosity
    Treated like an inspiration, an infant
    And not the expert of our own story
    So we accommodate the world
    We make due with what we have
    We certainly don’t expect better
    Expectation leads to disappointment
    And fair treatment is rare to find.
    2023-04-11

  • peace for me

    Actuary tables don’t see my worth
    They see an unimportant complainer
    At what point am I flailing madly
    Suffering my sanity to a fruitless fight
    How much life am I losing

    Fighting a system that ignores me
    My everyday has always suffered
    The burden of my ill health
    So you might understand
    How I value the time I gain
    Embracing peace over a battle
    I already lost the genetic lottery
    Not choosing a war against medicine.
    2023-04-04

  • no longer baby making machine

    My nether parts stopped working
    They gave upon their own
    Didn’t have to convince a doctor
    Or get any man on board
    Retired from procreation
    I aged out of the assembly line
    No more questioning my choice
    Or urging my submission
    No chance I’ll ever be a mamma
    I’ve gone men-on-pause. 
    2023-03-27

  • the lie of inadequacy

    Sold a bill of goods

    They say I’m imperfect
    They promise a cure
    If I buy this product 
    I will surely get better
    But it’s a never ending loop
    A plate of false promises
    A goal out of reach
    Self hatred, doubt, and shame
    That is what they taught me
    While I aim for the goal of better
    Another dollar spent to be perfect
    But it’s mirrors and snake oil
    They have no fix for my broken
    They made up the lie that I’m broken.
    2023-03-21

  • Support from the sideline

    Your voice has power
    Speaking with the best of intentions
    But if you are not one of us
    Don’t speak for us
    You are easier to see
    Your existence isn’t challenging
    But they need to feel that discomfort
    They need to put eyes on us
    You are easier to hear
    Because your voice is palatable 
    You don’t mean to hide our voice
    We need them to hear from us
    It isn’t easy sitting on the sidelines
    Passively supporting our protest
    But that what we need from you
    Step asside and let us shine.
    2023-03-14

  • considered expendable

    Not considered in strategy
    Our lives considered less worthy
    Forgotten during a tragedy
    Not as valuable as healthy
    Left behind in an emergency
    Inconvenient to protect my safety 
    Don’t tell me you honor my disability
    When you risk my life so freely
    Acceptable loss for the community 
    A burden discarded for the many.
    2023-03-07

  • capitalism isn't romantic

    There is a false narrative

    That hard work will win
    That poverty is by choice
    That productivity is a moral good
    That you can defy statistics 
    That classism doesn’t exist
    That people aren’t biased
    And that anyone can be on the top
    But the truth isn’t romantic
    Life is more important than work
    There are things we can’t control
    Most of us aren’t exceptional
    The wealthy benefit from the poor
    The system keeps you in your place
    And work isn’t why you are valuable.
    2023-02-28

  • nothing special about my needs

    Don’t squirm away
    From language you don’t like
    Convincing yourself it’s right
    To paint me in a different light
    You can’t fix what’s wrong
    By giving it another name
    And when you demand I conform
    When you tell me what to say
    Those words are not for me
    Maybe you feel powerful and safe
    With a new set of terms
    But your euphemism is in the way
    Of my hard-won identity
    I don’t let you gatekeep 
    What I choose to describe me.
    2023-02-21

  • getting along at work

    Mental illness doesn’t fit in

    Sometimes a subtle odd behavior
    Is enough to be labeled an outsider
    Bias others against your favor
    Work expects us to be the same
    And to become a part of the team
    Meaning acceptance from others
    We are graded on belonging
    Skills and productivity are the goal
    But neither guarantee retention
    If you can’t find a way to blend
    Work will seek someone better.
    2023-02-13

  • what you can do

    Venting to vent doesn’t work

    If you want steam to subside

    Remove flame, water, or pressure
    Only you can alter your reaction
    When fighting fire with fire
    You lead to a bigger fire
    You are likely to burn yourself
    Be willing to give up the flame
    If you never replenish the water
    The water will dissipate 
    You burn the bottom of the pan
    Lack of action has consequence
    If you decide to ignore it
    By plugging up the steam
    Eventually it will explode
    Take action now, not later
    You want to make it stop
    You have to change the system
    You have to decide to do different
    You have the power to change.
    2023-02-06

  • suffocating lies

    Your lies hurt me

    Like a slow growing mold
    Hidden in the walls of my house
    Maybe you think you are saving us
    From the harm of conflict
    But I know something is not right
    The dank smell of what’s unsaid
    Chokes me as I try to breathe
    Maybe you’re protecting yourself
    From the sting of my disappointment 
    But you’re infecting our world
    I’m woozy from the inconsistancy
    Think of how nice an open door is
    Sharing vulnerability is a calm breeze
    Give me a chance to forgive you
    Instead suffocating in shame.
    2023-01-23

  • your ugly is showing

    It’s hard to see you

    Going back to your life
    As if the world is normal
    While a pandemic is thriving
    We don’t need those old Ugly Laws
    To force us undesirables inside
    All we need is your disinterest  
    And a mass disabling event
    So I wear my mask and stay inside
    While you celebrate a return to life
    An hope I never meet that fated day
    When your disinterest will infect me.
    2023-01-16

  • unreliable

    Despite my best intentions

    All my effort to be organized
    My body is unreliable
    You can’t count on me
    Never know when my health will fail
    Or when I won’t remember detail
    Can’t say what days I won’t be present
    Or predict how many hours I can offer
    If there were a habit I could cultivate 
    I’ve spent a lifetime searching for it
    I do the best with what I’m given
    And aim to be as reliable as I can.
    2023-01-09

  • keeping it to myself

    If I share my discomfort

    With someone unfamiliar
    Then I end up comforting them
    Because their uncomfortable
    They can say terrible things
    Like, “I’d die if I were you.”
    I’m burdened with educating them
    That may people live like I do
    It’s easier to fib with, “I’m good.”
    Than to convince them, “I’m fine.”
    I’ve learned to survive and accept
    My flawed body and mind.
    2023-01-03

  • no "just me"

    How many lives do we live

    The different titles and names
    Private yearing and defiant thoughts 
    A chameleon in different backdrops
    A work life, Family life, Private life
    An inner life and hidden true nature
    I am not one but many
    If you mix the colors they get murky
    So we keep them separate
    Only open the paint we need
    To paint the person they see
    Because all the colors are me
    2022-12-26

  • aesthetically pleasing

    Does frumpy have to be bad
    Can it also be cute and colorful
    Can I be put together and confident
    Without form fitting clothes
    Can I attain aestheticly pleasing
    Avoiding attractive and alluring 
    As I sprint away from sexy
    Defying the male gaze
    I’m not performing for another
    My goal is not to be perceived
    I want to look in the mirror
    See a picture I find appealing
    And smile happily for me.
    2022-12-19

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