i am not a silk scarf on the wind
not a delicate flower to be tended
i am not a dancer
not bewitching eyes with this body
i cannot sing
i cannot cook
i am not an honest person
not able to hurt a soul
i am not confident
not able to walk in a room alone
i cannot stop thinking
i cannot bear to look
i am not all these things
i cannot hope for anyone else to see
but when you bring me doughnuts in the morning
i know that’s where i’m meant to be