(2015)
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread