Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete