(2015)
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
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
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump