(2015)
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
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
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see