My Pride.

by FruityBickel
  • February 2, 2012
  • Poetry
  • Other
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Keep it up,
keep those words coming,
keep slinging your insults,
keep your whispers running.

You think I don't hear,
all your spiteful lies,
and just because you're talking about me,
even though it's negative,
it still proves that,
either way,
I'm on your jealous mind.

What are you trying to prove, 
by spreading rumors?
Only a coward,
chooses not to say their fighting words
to my face.
If you have a problem,
present it,
and I will give you your solution,
so keep on talking, whispering,
bullying,
I won't stop, I won't cry, I won't break down,
I won't run,
And I won't let you
Take away my pride.
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Cailey
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Cailey commented · Fri Feb 03, 2012 12:46 am

Love it! I was hoping to give a good review, but am tired and couldn't find anything to correct you on. I felt the emotion, and it did feel a bit choppy with the way you broke a lot of lines in the middle of a thought, but at the same time that was nice because it fit with what the poem was saying. You know, well, nevermind, forgot what I was going to say. Anyway, keep writing, and I really liked the emotion in this poem and the point you made.

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guineapiggirl
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guineapiggirl commented · Thu Feb 02, 2012 5:30 pm

Quite good... Hope this isn't too much of a personal experience? Sorry if it is...
Can't really think of a lot of improvement.
Start and ending especially nice. Well done, keep writing!



"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world."
— Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery