Poetry :: It doesn't fit

 I’ve tried being your friend, your lover, your sister, your mother.

I’ve tried being your coach, your support, your cheerleader, your teacher.

I’ve tried being your confidant, your partner on secret and obscure missions, your right hand man, your ace in the hole.

I’ve tried being your Betty Crocker, your Tyra Banks, your Michelle Obama, your Jazmine Doubois, hell I've even tried to be your Heather Hunter.

I’m not trying anything else.

Take it or leave it, I can only be ME.