POTPOURRI When I thought I have the world upon my palms… Aubrey Bahala
I may be another ordinary young woman Trying to prove to the world that I am different From you, from them, from every other stranger.
--- Don’t shave upon my face that I’m not good enough.
My works, my efforts may not be as wondrous as yours But I can write without faking my emotions And without trying to please anyone or anybody.
I know for a fact that a lot of people could do that. I know my capabilities as a person, as a soul.
Bear with my irrationality, and continue to encourage me With your criticisms which, by the way, fall on me Too hard than you and I expected. I could take them one at a time, But reacting over them, I never did lie.
You may find this as unpleasant or you may think That I’m trying too hard to make this poem rhyme. I never intend that I could make some piece of crud Like this, by those replies I got, by your hard-to-swallow Words of Wisdom.
I know you’re better because you’re given Enough talent to be able to write.
I got a little, so I beg you to pardon my acts, my works.
I’m no good compared to you, but I take criticisms: I swallow them, but I don’t let those Ruin me.
I’m one frustrated writer, and you are better. So help me if you please.
Humble enough to break to myself gently, that I am a novice. Again, I never intended to make the last few lines rhyme.
I know and I’ve heard from someone nicer than you: It doesn’t mean that if you could string up a few words, it’s poetry already.
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