Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

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

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling