(2015)
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
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
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile