(2014)
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s