(2014)
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
