(2014)
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
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
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench