If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

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…

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones