Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t me
I wish I was living the life I wanna live
I wish I wasn’t so dependable, resposible, avalible
I wish people people didn’t rely on me
I wish I said no... I wish I said no so many times over it was my norm instead of a a foriegn concept
I wish no one needed me — not my job, not my mom, not my sister
I wish I was a more selfish person
I wish I was paying bills that only belonged to me
I wish I could do my own routine and stick to my plans and not have it be inturrupted by agruments, tension, poor communication and hurt feelings
(because now my feelings are hurt and and i dont want to have plans anymore)
I wish I could just go to the gym, come home and cook what I want and not have to think about others
I wish I went to school in California, stayed there and never, ever came back, never looked back
I wish my family would lose my number
I wish I lived with Stephen
I wish I lived with Stephen in an apartment
I wished I lived with Stephen in an apartment with no kids and it was just me and him, him and me, and no one else, in our home, our space... where we selfishly choose each other and no one cared
I wish I wasn’t always stuck in the middle
(I wish they knew how to fix things without me, leave me alone)
I wish I wasn’t the person to look to or call for guidance
I wish I could be a child instead of a mother
I wish I could be a 25 year old black woman doing what 25 year old black women do and only worrying about what 25 year old black woman need to worry about
I wish my family didn’t need me to fix everything.. to be a mediator
I wish they would just leave me be
I wish I didnt have to always ask about your day and talk, and things could just be quiet
andjustbecauseitsquietitdoesn’tmeananythingis wrong,
this has always been my life
because I want to be a good person
and people need me to be a good person
(I made people need me, I did this)
and I could never turn my back on them,
because then I would hate myself