Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #393
I Wish
by Belinda Roddie
I wish I could be perfect - not a flaw
would mar my physicality or shape,
nor my mind. When I was a child, I saw
how my inferiority defamed
me - I became a victim, bullied, shamed,
because I couldn't stop making mistakes
or break my foolish habits. I was named
a scholar and a dreamer, but the brakes
were used on my life time and time again.
Failure can be an option, but alas,
I feel like there's not much room for it. When
I've stumbled, it affects my job, my class,
and how I'm viewed in this modern world. No,
I'm not perfect, and it's a nasty blow.
by Belinda Roddie
I wish I could be perfect - not a flaw
would mar my physicality or shape,
nor my mind. When I was a child, I saw
how my inferiority defamed
me - I became a victim, bullied, shamed,
because I couldn't stop making mistakes
or break my foolish habits. I was named
a scholar and a dreamer, but the brakes
were used on my life time and time again.
Failure can be an option, but alas,
I feel like there's not much room for it. When
I've stumbled, it affects my job, my class,
and how I'm viewed in this modern world. No,
I'm not perfect, and it's a nasty blow.
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