(2015)
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
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
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