If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

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

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically