(2015)
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
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
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated