(2014)
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
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
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
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
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face