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
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
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
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
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…
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times