On Not Being Enough:

I’m a little bit good at a lot of things
And passably good at a bunch of things
And pretty dang good at a few things
And really quite good at a couple things
But it doesn’t matter

And I suppose I should feel lucky
That things aren’t worse
But things aren’t getting better
They are never getting better
I guess it doesn’t matter

I have four part time jobs
And yet I can’t even make rent
Full time jobs that I can do
Don’t seem to exist
I wish it didn’t matter

Whether I market myself as
A jack of all trades, versatile, 
Or extremely good at the one skill
That these so-called jobs want
It doesn’t really matter

I’m not enough