My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
