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

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

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

Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

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

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

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

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?