I'm Sorry

I'm sorry.

I’m not as rich and successful as the people I worked for.
I can only fill a basket of fresh fruits our little farm bears.

I’m not as sexy as the models of my favorite apparel.
I can only pull off skinny jeans, loose t-shirts and sneakers.

I’m not as pretty as the Hollywood stars.
I can only be photogenic on certain and limited angles.

I’m not as graceful as the dancers I idolize.
I can only dance hip hop but not as good as Jasmine Meakin.

I’m not as good as the singers I always listen to.
I can only sing shamelessly in KTVs and bathrooms.

I’m not as smart as the beauty queens.
I can only answer hard questions by not-so-educated guesses.

I’m not the most ideal woman you could ever have.
I can only write you simple but heartfelt poems.
I can only send you cheesy love notes out of the blue.
I can only love you in ways I read and know.
I’m just the woman I could ever be, flawed and sinned.

I'm sorry, I'm just perfectly imperfect.