(2014)
#Poetry #Writing
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay