(2014)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
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
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair