(2014)
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter