(2014)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals