wow ok i think this is one of my worst poems but its ok cause we out here trying our best. the more difficult thing i found about writing this was how i couldn’t really seem to get the right words out on paper and how to get them to sound a certain way. if i could perform it as spoken word i would but i can’t so i just hope i wrote it down right. anyway here it is have fun.
(for mom i guess??? idk that feels weird to say)
im sorry
i’m sorry that i leave my cups on the table, never fold my clothes, can’t remember to make my bed, stay up past 12 nightly, and argue with my brother on who gets to sit in the front
i’m sorry i didn’t pass the gifted test, never ate my vegetables, can’t put my phone down, don’t leave my room, that your words go in one ear and come out the other.
im sorry i can’t do math, the numbers are getting sticky in my head, in a flytrap of the insults you scream, the disgust you bleed. when you speak each syllable is enunciated with so much disappointment and i am so so confused
because when i take a step back, reread my part in the script, i see your lines
your words have not gone out the other ear they are clawing up my throat, your insults are my thoughts, your disgust in my veins, your disappointment in each letter of my lines.
so i am so, so sorry, that i am you
two cents 