When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
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
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
