Should I be grateful
that you hurt me?
Carved me back and forth,
left me in tatters
like Sunday’s roast
untidy on the plate.
Am I supposed
to clap my hands?
say I forgive you?
give me more
swallowing my anger
eating pain
like dessert
behind the beating
of your words?
Oh! And what about
my fragile heart?
No one but I,
without an ounce
of poetic nature,
no sense of colour
or design, no poise
no rhyme or rhythm,
just I, this mound
of self professed
ability with
such a fragile heart,
would take offence
when a random stranger
proclaims me dumb
and self deluded.
Not once but twice
as though you know me,
can judge me from
a picture
and words you say
you cannot understand.

Go play with the pigs
and root for pearls.




This little rant was triggered by an exceptionally rude email at another site where I have been known to leave a poem in my wake. I am usually an amiable creature, but I do have teeth and have been known to use them.

Midnight Clarity

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apology-not-accepted/