(2015)
We are all searching for our identity, and that identity can change. But everyone seems to think that they are groundbreaking mavericks marching to their own tune, and humanity repeats itself all over. We are all philosophers :)
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí