(2014)
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me