A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
