Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
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
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this