Its been seven days,
since my mother left on vacation...

Maybe if I was less ashamed to ask for things, it...
in my favor, maybe if I didn't say "I'm so...

And i wrote a poem about a poem that i was going...

I wish I could stand right here
and gush about how brave I am...

Its going to be a dry night,
At least for me...

Yaki is healing,
everyday, everyday...

I wonder if you know
that every night before i go to sleep...

Today,
a customer came in...

Isnt it so much like me
To always be writing for everyone...

There was something
about the way you...

an immigrant
is always an immigrant...

I have never been
a spoiled brat...