My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face