Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

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

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

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