Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
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
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
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
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada