It Is Not You But Me

It Is Not You But Me short poem

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Never thought I’d ever grasp
The “it is not you but me,” concept.
But I think with time I got it.

It was not that I was not good enough.
It was that he messed up.

Could not appreciate, recognize value.
No matter how intelligent he was.

Didn’t matter that he had my love,
Was applauded and respected by all around,
Had accomplished many things.

When it came to appreciating
Fine wine and me, he was lacking.

Good luck to him and whoever
falls ‘n becomes my replacement.

Just don’t have standards, step ahead,
exercise great moral,

or you also will comprehend,
The, “it is not you but me” clause.

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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
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Shamala Chandran

Well expressed thoughts….how the usual excuse which people use …its not you but me! always hurts us…


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