(2014)
#Memories
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one