(2014)
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
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
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate