(2015)
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter