(2014)
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
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
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain