He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
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
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
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
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo