(2014)
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios