(2014)
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I