(2014)
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
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 struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
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
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this