I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

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

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

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

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

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

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best