I am from the apartments, from sharing a room and living cramped
I am from the loud arguments, the bitter taste in my mouth
I am from the cactus, its’ prickly thorns attached
the dark rose, its’ petals slowly wilting
I am from eating dinner together and a loud volume
From John and Sonia and Gloria
I am from the stress and expectations
From not letting it get to you and ignoring it
I am from self taught Christianity, and talks with God at night
I’m from Portugal, Venezuela, and Columbia
Cheese Bread and Empanadas
From the forklift accident, the recovery, and the epileptic Grandma
I am from the strength of the women in my family
I am from the stacks of paperwork
I am from a course of self-discovery and awareness
I am from the first generations journey to succes

He loves me, he loves me not.
Why does this always end up being a reoccurring thought?
My heart was frozen solid, ice like a block.
Stone cold emotions, are you human or made of rock?
I'm tired of feeling like I'm not good enough.
With or without you, my life is rough.
Don't come in my world, unless you intend make it better.
After years of doing it, I refuse to settle.
Everyone constantly telling me, you deserve better.
Sick of feeling like this, I'm getting fed up.
I won't be told, the way I feel is extra.
Started to let you in, but you really messed my head up.