Mamona

Güauuuu

He sido groserita,

mamona,

egoísta.

No conozco a nadie,

ya no me importa nada.

Mean and rude,

I’ve been a brat and it is not cute.
Realizing I am not the sweetest,

angel girl,

have not always been.

I don’t know why,

my shield has been to pretend,

not seen or heard.
Pretending we never met,

wronged me once and have no mercy.

What a pitiful game.

Lo siento tanto,

todas las veces que he ignorado,

me hecho la grande,

me he aferrado.

No soy esa,

yo no quiero ser así.
Niña mamona y sangroncita.

So many times,

I’ve been hurtful in automatic.

Acting like I have never met,

never seen,

and never cared.
I’m sorry and I do not want to be her.

That young girl is like 13,

hiding and dodging,

never making eye contact.

Vulnerable y herida,

no tienes porque correr,

evadir el pasado,

a la gente que fragmento—

pero nadie es perfecto y yo también he escupido veneno.

Sin ser mamona,

puedes decir hola,

sin ser sangrona,

sostener la mirada.

Eres de dios,

no quieras ser la sombra,

suficiente tiene el mundo con el peso de las cosas.

Devoted to love,

no need to become a rock—

a shell;

Life can be hard enough,

sharing timeliness in the past,

why would I ever pretend to be blind?

When I see you across the room,

I no longer wish to be a bearer of stuck energy.

Resenting,

attempting to preserve myself.
There is no reason to act like

I am not enough,

just staying kind.

I am not trying to be a stuck up arrogant one.