(2014)
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
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
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain