(2014)
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
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
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
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir