(2014)
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
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