(2014)
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
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
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
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
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose