And so,
another poem...

Its almost one a.m
mother...

Sometimes I wander
inside wonders...

The teacher will know you are brilliant before...
she won't say it to your face but you will hear...

How do we take horrifying
situations and turn them into...

So,She was like water
heating on a hot stove...

I am 4 leaving the Dominican Republic on a big...
Holding my mother’s hand, I am terrified...

People tell you to embrace the sad.
to let it run its course...

For the most part, I spend my days asking myself
why do people have so much interest...

To think that I have been writing
since I was 10 and I don't see...

I whispered a lullaby
to the midnight breeze...

Mostly
I think that I am going to die alone...