I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

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

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

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

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