(2014)
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
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
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go