¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
