No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again