(2014)
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
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
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time