(2015)
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized