Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

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

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete