(2014)
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
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
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?