Forgive Me

Forgive Me

Perfect, I’m not.

You painted that picture in your mind of me.

Now, you want to be mad with me.

Sin, I struggle too, it’s not exempt from me.

Matter in my eyes,

Odds piled up to the depth of me.

My mother raised me to love.

But sometimes, I hate,

Hate being too kind,

Hate giving so much,

I even hate caring so much.

Sensitive to the light,

My shades stay on.

Forgive me, if I’m not the woman that you painted of me.

But I will not be ashamed of the woman that stares back at me.

Written By: Marquisha Applewhite

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