(2014)
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job