A new poem By Selvi Sado
Co-Author of the poetry book Only When Desire Screams
Am I perfect?
Does it really matter?
I don’t know,
And I don’t know if perfect everything I do,
I don’t know if life is supposed to go slow,
Without a bless,
Of routine endless,
Doing nothing but: Stay at home, eat, sleep, repeat and off to work,
Is life this boring?
Is it supposed to be like this?
Do we need to do something about it?
I feel we do,
At least I do.
I want to live a little,
And enjoy my youth,
Eat the ice cream I like,
Buy that one shirt kept on my card,
But didn’t ever buy,
Have the money but I’m not sure why.
Nor am I sure if I need to wear the perfume,
Long I kept for those occasional moments,
Which are very rare.
I want to travel the world,
Or at least places I always dreamt of visiting,
Far more important sometimes I feel,
I am not lost,
But I need to find myself,
Where do I belong?
If I will not be lucky enough to find it,
Then…
Then it is supposed to be OK,
No?
Am I perfect or am I not?
Does it really matter?
I am a girl,
And I can do anything I like,
OK?
No?
Also by Selvi Sado