Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
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
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
