Dear Poetry,
Sometimes I want to call it quits. That's an understatement. Frequently, I want to call it quits.
You set high expectations for me. High expectations that are difficult, almost impossible, to follow.
Just when I think I'm good enough, worthy not only in the eyes of an audience but also yours, you whack me with a stick as you tell me that I still have a lot to learn. You've got to be kidding me!
You show me works from various poets. You have me read them thoroughly, have me pay attention to every detail, and have me locate multiple poetry devices. As if that wasn't bad enough, I must tell you which poetry devices I'm lacking in.
What am I to you? Am I another person you can push around, mold into your will, and tell me I'm worthless? Why bother keeping me around when I never live up to your expectations?
Is it that hard to praise me? Is it that hard to show me where my strong points are? Why does it always have to be the negatives you show me?
You're probably going to crumple this paper by the time you see this. If not, I'd be lucky if I get a response.
Sincerely,
Your Student
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Natural Cravings
Poetry[Poetry] A peek inside every region of my mind, just for all of you to know who I am where you may find out that we could have many things in common. Who knows? You know the button to press to find out. Circa 2018
