(2015)
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
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
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no