(2014)
#SickPoems
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery