(2014)
#SickPoems
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
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
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
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
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me