She's Better Than Me

If she sat upon the delicate black bench
of a piano,
and played a lovely Schubert tune
the halls would be filled with a light melody.
If I sat upon the same delicate bench
of a piano,
and played the same Schubert tune
all that would be heard is the pounding of keys.


If she sat on the wooden, wobbly stool
of an artist's easel,
and painted a beautiful landscape
the canvas would be decorated with intricate, colorful strokes.
If I sat on the same wooden, wobbly stool
of an artist's easel,
and painted a beautiful landscape
the canvas would be smeared with the unlikeness of the scene.


If she picked up her pencil
and sat at the desk like an intelligent student,
and took an exam known to be merciless
the results would come back as perfection with zero marks.
If I picked up the same pencil,
and sat at the very same desk like an intelligent student,
and took an exam known to be merciless
the results would show imperfection, stupidity, ignorance.



She's better than me.