(2014)
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
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
Hillary’s beautiful Rose Bumpy’s favorite princess My mini-me, my little lion Cute button nose Framed by red hair
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
