(2015)
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low