(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
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
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I