(2014)
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in