To me, math is like raw tomatoes.
I don't mind them mixed in a salad,
but eating them on their own makes me gag.

I think we love
who we do because
we see ourselves
in them.

This is not the Victorian Era.
Let my body wander where it wants to.
I have no desire to be trapped
like a mouse in the grip of a boa constrictor.
I want to feel free to love
however I want to.

The very definition of the word love
begins with the word
**you.

Bury me deep within your heart
and let me stay there for a while.

Take me with you
wherever you go.

For you are already embedded
permanently in the tissues
of my heart.

Our educational system
is so pitiful that
I learn more from
a page in my novel
than a whole day of schooling.

Like ivy,
my love for you climbs.

Like roses,
my love for you widens.

Like sunflowers,
my love for you is optimistic,

**always reaching toward the sun.

The scratched iron cooking ***
full of my mom's beliefs
hit the floor,
spilling its spoiled contents
onto the scratched hardwood.
In a firm tone, the word rolled off my tongue.
**"Enough."

Sometimes I wonder
why I was put on this Earth.
I assume it was to make a difference.
Somehow.

You give an
entirely new definition to the words
live,  laugh, and love
which encompasses everything
that I've always dreamed of.

No cabes en mi corazón.
No hay ningún espacio para ti.

Freely we roam
like sea foam
bubbling
dancing
floating
fading
on the glittery mirrors of light
reflected in your eyes.

**Your eyes.

You're right.
I have things.

I need to
rid myself of them
so I can live my life.

Children play.
They don't care about
race, religion or ethnicity.
They just play.

Love**
is the only way.

Why are we always
the unresolved case?

To carry life,
every single month
we feel like our
compressed pipes and tubes
will burst
therefore I say,

*"Praise to the toils
of the woman."

I will only love you
when your eyes
reach into my soul
like arms.

*Embrace me from the inside out.

Hay algo sobre tu toque
que calle mis demonios más ruidosos.

Ironically, I have a sweetspot for sugar!
Baked goods, ice cream, you name it,
I'll eat it.

I wonder how
I'll change my destructive ways.
Hmmm...

What is our reality?
Bulging waistlines and burger joints?
Sweatshops and religious fights?
Our poisoned food system and corporate profits?
Our jailrate is as high as Mao and Stalin.
These revolving doors and corruptions cannot blind us anymore.
We, the people, deserve to know.
People who hate, depreciate.
The fact is, who can we trust?
Certainly not our bankers,
but what about the Chief Executive Officers,
full of evil and greed?
What about Rana Plaza and Tazreen?
Burning bodies to ash.
And they can get away with
burning bodies?
There was the Holocaust
and then...
there was now.

Never forget
to leave the light on
for me.

Nuncas olvides
dejar una luz encendida
para mí.

I love you a lot because
you are who I'm *not.

Reach out and touch the sky.
All you have to do is try.

You make me feel light as a feather
when you kiss me deeply,
capturing my air and my sanity
in one fell swoop.