I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

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

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best