(2014)
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir