(2014)
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it