(2014)
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
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
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose