(2015)
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
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
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees