If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

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

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong