(2014)
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
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