If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench