(2014)
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless