Letras
I got a tie that fits too tight
A smile that holds back fight
A resume trimmed for polite
But not a line of it feels quite right
"Name school height profession weight"
Tell me againhow's that measure fate?
Can you love someone by bullet point?
Can you know a soul from the joints they anoint?
They don't ask what I cry to
What my best friend knows
What parts of myself I had to outgrow
They want quick facts boxed in calm tones
But I'm built from questions and broken bones
They say "Just be yourself but polished and neat"
Like it's a costume you rent for the shidduch meet
Don't say too much don't look too deep
Just smile like someone who gets full sleep
I laugh when I hear them say
"Hashem runs the world" and move on their way
But half of their 'faith' feels like fear
Like they trust God after they screen your career
I sat across the table once heart in hand
Thinking "Maybe she'll get me maybe she'll understand"
But even as I talked I saw her scan
Doing mental math on if I fit the plan
Like:
Does he daven with a minyan? Check
Modern Yeshivish? Half-check
Parents together? Yes
Owns a car? Yes
Tall enough? Barely
Confident? Depends who's asking
They don't see the boy who holds his little sister's hand when she cries
They don't ask who taught me how to say goodbyes
They ask if I "have any history"like that ain't the point
Like healing is scary unless it's joint
I once said I'm still working on confidence
They said "Don't say that Just fake dominance"
Like strength ain't truth just a practiced tone
Like dating's a game where you stand alone
So now I'm back to "stable good job good values"
But deep down I know that's not all true
I'm stable enough to hold the weight
But some nights I ache at this rigid gate
I'm told I need someone who'll "bring out my best"