(2015)
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion