(2014)
#Spanglish
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
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