(2015)
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
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
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time