(2015)
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco