I am really sorry.
I didn’t clean my room yesterday.
I ate dinner with my friends
instead of you last Wednesday.
I am sorry I am too lazy to
walk home from school,
I asked for a ride.
I “forgot” to call to
tell you where I was today.
I am sorry I think blood is
pretty, And I laugh at gore.
I am sorry.

I apologize.
I am a teenager now.
I am beginning to have the
curves of a woman.
I am sorry I wore a low-cut shirt
just to show them off.
When boys whistle, I wink.
My hormones are crazy,
I’m sorry I kissed a boy,
And regretted it later.
My sexual orientation
isn’t black or white,
I apologize, I can’t come up to you and say
“I’m gay.” Or “I
have a boy I want you to meet.”
I’m sorry I haven’t had a
good day in two weeks.
It seems like I am
PMSing 24/7, I know.
I am sorry.
My mind is wondering.
I am not innocent.
I am not a little girl.
I am sorry.

I am not him.
I am on speech team,
Not debate team.
I hate running,
I will never play a sport,
Ultimate being the
last one on the list.
I am terribly sorry,
I don’t care like he did.
I am sorry, I
didn’t touch my backpack
once last night.
All my homework is undone.
As a result, I don’t have straight A’s.
Unlike him, I don’t care as much about
attending a genius school.
I am sorry to inform you, but
you won’t be able to call me
Your Ivy League Girl.
I am not him.

I’m sorry I’m not
the girl I used to be.
But I am sorry for what
I am, as well.
Because it’s not important,
because you forget,
because it is not enough.
I am sorry.
I am sorry that I am your baby.
I am your baby.
I am sorry.
Because it should be important,
because you should not be able to forget,
because it should be enough.

I am your baby.
I am your little baby girl,
I am sorry.