It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important