(2014)
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
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
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time