#Portraits
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look