(2014)
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
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
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know