(2014)
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh