(2014)
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
If food is poetry The flavors The smells Singing in harmony Is poetry food?
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
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
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
