(2014)
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
