Friday, September 01, 2006

I apologize

Lately I've been hearing this a lot from various people. Normally, I would accept these words and get past it. But now I feel like quoting Ike Turner. " Yeah you sorry all right"... The following is an excerpt from For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow Is Enuf - Written By Ntozake Shange

One thing I don’t need
is any more apologies.
I have sorry greeting me at my front door.
You can keep yours.
I don’t know what to do with them.
They don’t open doors.
They don’t bring the sun back in.
They don’t make me happy.
Nobody stopped using my tears to wash cars because of a sorry.

I’m simply tired of collecting them.
“I didn’t know I was so important to you”
I can’t get to the clothes in my closet for all the sorries.
I’m gonna leave a message on my phone,
“If you called to say you’re sorry, call somebody else because I’m not taking them anymore.”

I’m going to do exactly what I want to do
And not be sorry for any of it.
Let your sorries soothe your soul
I’m gonna soothe my own.

That about sums my feelings up.