The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

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 love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

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