(2014)
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection