You’re not good enough,
That’s what mommy always said,
Whenever I got a B instead of an A,
That is, after screaming at me for being such a failure.

She said this when my first boyfriend broke up with me,
That is, after giving me list of “obvious” reasons on why he would leave.

She’d said this all my life,
Until I left & had a house of my own,
Started a family with the guy of my dreams,
A guy that loves me for me.

I had a little girl of my own,
A girl who makes numerous mistakes,
A girl that trips over herself.

My little girl looks up at me and smiles,
Her beautiful brown eyes twinkling,
And you know what I tell her?

Nothing.



I just hug her and smile,
I encourage her to keep on trying.

My little girl is perfect,
Flaws and all.
And I’m never going to tell her that she’s not good enough.

To me, she’s perfect.

Sorry, Mommy.