(2014)
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack