A tiny orphan without a hope,
Misunderstood,
Never fitting in.
Different,
Separate.
One of these kids is not like the other.
A White face in a Black crowd
A Black face in a White town
But she had her words.
An angsty teen,
Unlike the rest,
A love of the written word.
Geek.
Nerd.
Not cool like us,
On the sidelines looking in,
Dejected, rejected,
But she had her words.
Scribbles on paper,
The object of her shame.
Poetry.
Prose.
A broken heart,
On tear-stained sheets.
But she had her words.
A mid-life swan,
She came into her own,
Confident,
Beautiful.
One of these women is not like the other.
It doesn't matter anymore,
Because she had her words.
That little baby girl,
Writes.
She expresses love,
She gives it back.
Comfort,
Joy,
In all those words.
About the Creator
Misty Rae
Retired legal eagle, nature love, wife, mother of boys and cats, chef, and trying to learn to play the guitar. I play with paint and words. Living my "middle years" like a teenager and loving every second of it!
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When the Robots Took My Job
This is for RM Stockton's Write Club prompt for the month of April: AI Please allow me to vent. For "college," I went to a scam school that is now closed. We were promised internships that were never spoken of again after admissions, and we were promised help finding jobs. The first time I went to the career counselor's office, she was completely frazzled. She had no idea what to do with us, the film majors. The second time I visited her office, I let her know that I'd found myself a job, and she was visibly relieved.
By Rebekah Conard5 days ago in Journal
Comments (10)
You certainly have a place now! But, I don't imagine that you NEED to fit in...more like - a lead the way personality. So glad you shared this
I can’t imagine you a nerd with all that Sassiness but I understand the feeling of not fitting in ,the poem convey. It was hard being mix with no role model back then , been in that feeling just like your poem . ♥️🌹🫶🏽
This was beautiful! Pen is always mightier than the sword!
Loved reading this. Beautifully written!
Brilliantly expressed! 💖💕
Beautiful poem!
Your sincerity, angst and triumph pour out through this. ❤
Beautiful, yet painfully sad at the same time. Your poem brought tears to my eyes, and the way you have used your pictures tells a story of a young fighter who grew up struggling but strong enough to make something of herself.
This is beautiful, and as weird as this may sound, it's a comfortable read. Hope that makes sense. Well done.
I love how this flows beautiful words