I know that this is what a friend once spoke...
This the realization that things simply aren't...

Not the typical latina who is feisty and...
The truth of the matter was that my mother tried...

I wonder if when you
were a little girl, your mother would...

I know that my mother,
is very anxious to see me...

He's a smart guy though,
so smart, he leaves my bed...

I keep thinking about you,
I keep thinking about your country...

You angry girl, you sweet sweet girl with that...
you are not a waste and your existence is nothing...

I do not think of myself as
a poet anymore though...

One day, when your daughter
is 15. She is going to come home...

Maria did warn me once,
with all the love between her teeth...

Its the vulnerability that comes when you realize...
I was another girl once, and I didn't truly like...

You can hide behind excuses,
you can change your looks, your thoughts...