Jay Brown


I'm Sorry


I'm sorry my hair isn't "long" like hers,
I'm sorry my eyes aren't "pretty" like hers,
I'm sorry my lips aren't "full" like hers,
I'm sorry my smile isn't "bright" like hers,
I'm sorry my breast aren't "big" like hers,
I'm sorry my waist isn't "small" like hers,
I'm sorry my hips aren't "wide" like hers,
I'm sorry my butt isn't "round" like hers,
And I'm sorry my dress isn't "extravagant" like hers.
I'm just so sorry that I'm not "beautiful" like her…
But most of all, I'm sorry that I let you bring me down by comparing me to her.
And I'm sorry I spent time trying to change myself for you,
And I'm sorry you can't see anything past looks,
And I'm sorry I wasted my time wanting you,
And I'm sorry I stuck around for so long,
And I'm sorry I couldn't see that I deserved better than you.

Submitted: Monday, July 30, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 30, 2012
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Don't let society or any one make you feel like you should change yourself to be 'beautiful' because every girl/woman/boy/man is beautiful in her or his own way. And if some one thinks other wise they are not worthy of your presence!

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