(2014)
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
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
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying