(2015)
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…
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
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
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay