(2015)
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
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
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
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
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
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