My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
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
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
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
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele