My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

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

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl

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

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this