(2015)
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best