(2015)
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals