(2014)
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
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios