(2015)
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés