A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
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
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
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
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
