(2014)
#Spanglish
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
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
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo