I’m sorry that I want to be given a chance;
I should know my place.
I’m sorry that I try too hard;
I could never dream of outshining you.
I’m sorry that I said no;
For it is an honour to have been noticed by you.
For ignoring you when you sang the praises of my endowments,
the only ones you could see;
I only thought my unseen organs deserved more praise.
I apologize for the times I wasn’t in the mood.
I was taught to put your needs before mine;
How did I forget?
I apologize for my greed.
I should have been content to cook, clean and serve you;
After all, I live to please my Master.
I’m sorry that I want to speak
and be listened to, as you would.
I’m sorry that I want to dream,
Of being a combatant or a surgeon.
I’m sorry that I want to be applauded,
For the achievements I worked so hard for.
I’m sorry that I want to be alone,
Living life to the fullest in solitude
until I decide otherwise.
Really sorry that I’m human too.