(2014)
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
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
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
