When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

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

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never