(2014)
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
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
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
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
Is there anyone worse than a denti… A dental surgeon I think as I sit alone Battling my nerves As I listen to the patient next d…
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
