Beauty is Imperfection

(Originally posted Tuesday, February 12, 2008 )

A Poem Comprising Random “American Idol” Bits Compacted For Your Convenience

“I’m a single mom…single mom…this is for my father who died…died in a car wreck…Type II diabetes…died last week…I’ve worked so hard … I just wanted a chance… …Type II diabetes…I want to dedicate this to my daughter … I’m a single mom……dad died…Typhoid…my father…my single mom…Type II diabetes…dat was the bomb…cancer….only 16…you can literally hear a pin drop…pressure is so intense…Type II diabetes…you’ve got that Carole King thing going on…I’m special and if they can’t see that …FU Simon…like my drunk uncle at a wedding…your spirit really breaks through …Type II diabetes … that was pitchy dawg…this is your moment…pitchy dawg…. this is your moment…you really shine…you really shine…Bryan Adams song… can’t breathe…Type II diabetes…say yes or no, Paula…pitchy dawg…you’ve got that kind of Janis Joplin thing …torture…Bryan Adams song…yes it’s true, everything I do I do for you…I’m saving myself for marriage … unbelievably bad … dead father … best audition of the day….torture … dead father … Type II diabetes … I’ve had enough. Goodbye…best audition of the day…poor…I live on a farm … abstinence … if my friends in Mexia, Texas could see me now…you’re not going to sing a Whitney Houston song, are you? … it’s just my daughter and me now…dead father…not good enough…chickens…dead father … stop singing stop singing…I’m on welfare…you’re not going to sing an Aretha Franklin song, are you? … you’re like a white person singing black songs …best audition of the day…this is your moment…I’ve always found it hard being the fat girl in class with two illegitimate children … I’m finding it hard to believe we’re in heaven…the pressure is excruciating…that was excruciating….stop….stop….stop.”