(2015)
To be more generous More inviting Work in progress
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
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
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
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
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition