Sorry for Apologising
At some point during my childhood
I decided that I would apologise for everything, just in case.
I must have done so many things wrong as a kid
That it was just easier to apologise for everything I did
And I found it was a very easy habit to adopt
Once started, I’ve never really since stopped
And pretty soon, in all forms of communication
I was using the word “sorry” as a sort of punctuation
Now as an adult, I realise that it drives people mad
“Stop apologizing!” ‘Oops, sorry!” It’s really rather sad
Who would have thought the act of a simple apology
Could develop to become a full-blown pathology?
Well you know what? Enough.
I think I’ve reached an age
When I’m ready to break free from my self-made cage
I don’t need to be sorry for being on this earth
And I’m going to make the most of it, for what it’s worth
I didn’t ask to be born, but I’ll go with what I’ve got
And there’s nothing anyone’s gonna do about it, like it or not.
I’m not going to apologise for the way I’m dressed
Or for having broad shoulders, or (ahem!)-cup breasts
I’m not sorry for having teeth that are out of line
Or turned-out feet or a mis-curved spine
If you find I’m not pretty enough or take up too much space
I’m not forcing you to look at my backside - or my face
I’m not going to apologise for being me
Take it or leave it - what you get is what you see
And what you get with me, is also what you hear
I’m not going to apologise for speaking, or having ideas
Or for saying them out loud, or for raising my voice
Ok, I’m making you listen, right now you have no choice
But I don’t think it’s much to ask, five minutes of your time
So I’m not sorry for writing a poem, and I’m not sorry for making it rhyme
I’m not sorry for who I am, or what I say, or how I act
Because I know I’m doing my best – and I can’t do more than that.
Now sometimes I feel I should apologise to my kids
They didn’t ask to appear either, and it’s my fault that they did
And I fear so much for their future, it seems like giving birth was a crime
With the world in ever more chaos and the planet running out of time
And perhaps for that we’re all guilty, for doing too little, too late
But even there, I’m not prepared to shoulder all the weight
Yes, I may consume too much, take too long in the shower
Or sometimes leave the lights on, but I’m not one of the ones in power
Who’ve rigged the whole damn system, for their own personal gain
I’m not signing laws to rape the land or send the climate down the drain
I’m not the one that’s living like a parasite on others
I’m not the one dropping the bombs, or tearing kids from their mothers
I’m not stealing from the poor, condemning those in need
They’re screwing over us all, just to feed their selfish greed
So to the ones flogging our future:
This poem is for you.
How come the ones that should apologise
Are the ones that never do?