(2014)
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
