(2015)
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
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
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important