(2014)
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
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
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay