I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
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
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
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
