When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

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

How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time