(2014)
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
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
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
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
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
