Why is it that all I hear in music is nothing but men mistreating females?
Calling us names or talking about how we always fail.
Or why do they make it sound so easy to call it quits and walk away,
To leave the one you love the very same day.
It’s not easy to leave the one you love and act like you don’t care.
Two people have a place in each others hearts; somehow they’ll always be a pair.

What is my real position on this earth, this land, our home?
Why can’t I be fortunate like those who travel the globe and visit Rome?
Cool places like that, why not even Spain?
Why am I so young and already bear so much pain?
Why is it that the two people I love the most tear my life apart?
How can you make it look so easy and just depart?
Why would you throw about thirty years away?
Why couldn’t you think about the problems and try to work it out?
 You should have thought about your children’s hearts?
Why did you leave my life so dark and grey? Why were you so loving and discipline?
Why were you #1?
Why it is that now the family doesn’t have so much fun?
I miss you truly, I think of you everyday.
Why can’t you call at least every week just to say hey?

It’s your turn now; I’ll get up in your case.
Why are you always in my business?
How about giving me some space!?
I need some privacy too. I know you tell me things for my own good….
Mom I understand. But I promise one day I’ll make you happy; well that’s if I could.
I appreciate everything you do, even though I act like I don’t.
The things you fear I’ll do…I promise I won’t.
I need to figure out things on my own,
Just remember I’m still young, I’m not fully grown.

Why do I write poetry then feel so rejoiced?
I can actually breathe and my skin feels so moist.
I feel so rich…richer than Acapulco’s gold.
Poetry is my thing…it’ll never get old.