(2015)
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
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
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely