Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
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
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
