(2015)
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
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
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
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
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
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work