(2015)
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread