(2014)
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
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
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
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
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in