Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

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

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

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules