(2014)
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
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
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I