(2014)
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds