Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

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

My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling