i love too many sorry people

sorry as in

not sorry for nothing they did

just sorry as in plain pitiful

not sorry like taking accountability

just sorry as in two syllables.

i love too many sorry people

who love

apologies for broken records

excuses for explanations

dropping bags on my doorstep

and leaving flowers as reconciliation.

the people i love

mistake love as a noun

when it’s really a verb

feed me words put together

when i already

have books.

i’ve got a library

of words

that only live on pages

wrongs written but never righted

and sorry bills

that ain’t been paid yet.

sorry

ain’t nothing

but two syllables.

save the praise and

“appreciate you for holding it down”

i didn’t ask for words

that don’t wipe the sweat off my brow

a spoken thanks

ain’t worth shit to me from the ground

where i’m knee deep in mud

tending to plants you pluck proud

it must be nice when

all you need to do is put on a gown

sewn over years with a thread

that you can’t even pronounce

to take credit for

the notes that i bring to sound

and call yourself a musician

with borrowed tunes in your mouth.