Hail to thee,
Oh broken soul
Slumped between the first and second floor.
Your lips all bloody.
Your ribs all ruddy.
I look on in horror
Of your face which is my mirror.
Try as I might there was little I could do.
My best was calling for help or my ex to call off the goons.
The beat down would end sooner,
But the unseen scars would linger.
I know all too well because it was and could be me
Getting the beat down of the century.
I’m an outsider too.
Too well spoken, my color a deceiving hue.
With the stroke of a pen
An adult helped make my tragedy end.
As for you, no pleading to your parents would suffice
Parents focus more on monetary sacrifice.
I wonder every now and then how you turned out
Even with social media I don’t how your life is going about.
That’s partially my fault for I only remember your first name
So Student X you will be, a representative of life’s cruel game.
With love,
Stephanie
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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 Conard4 days ago in Journal
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Wonderful poetry. I hope you don't mind but I have mentioned you, and your work, in something I have just written here: https://vocal.media/writers/still-looking-for-that-item-of-interest-to-aliens
Wonderful and powerful poem!!! Loved it!!!💖💖💕
Oh wow, that was so raw and bare. You penned that so well. Really great work, my friend :)
Excellent job of portraying how cruel life, and humans, can be. Well done.
How did you put so much in so few words. You are amazing.
What amazing prose
Wow, so much in this poem, Stephanie. Heartbreaking truth. You did a magnificent job with this all too common experience.
Powerful stuff. Well done.
Explosive emotion! The way you built the tension and then released it with that ending: That’s partially my fault for I only remember your first name So Student X you will be, a representative of life’s cruel game. With love, great work!
This poem is full of so much truth. "The unseen scars would linger"--this line really caught me. It's heartbreaking how bullying and abuse is the reality for so many. I really loved how you expressed so much emotion in this piece. ❤️
Impressive & powerful!!! Well done!!!
so sad, i bet you weren't the only one concerned
This was so emotional and powerful! Absolutely love it so much!
This is outstanding, Stephanie. So sad this goes on, and seems to get worse not better, for anyone deemed 'different'. Wonderfully expressed and raw and honest. I love it 💕😊
Such a powerful piece, Stephanie! ❤️
Very powerful. It's hard to call this beautiful because of the subject matter, but it was beautifully written. Bullying and abuse of all kinds is really damaging, but hopefully we can remember that it's all momentary, and we can get past it with time.
Too much of that everywhere. Time to stand and fight, even if tis with words, Well said.
I love how uniquely, you started your poem . You are thoughtful teacher that carry your duty beyond ❤️🥰 very compassionate poem indeed
I feel what you're saying and I know this comes from your heart and from experience. Excellent as always!!!
Nothing clever, simply horrifying & sad as I realize I'm not reading a poetry slam of clever put downs & mashups, but rather how cruel real life can be, & all we have left is our poetry. We like to pretend that abuse doesn't happen in our neck of the woods. People just aren't like that around here, not the ones I know at least. Until it smacks us across the face, whether that face be ours or one we've just seen. No matter the sounds of whatever is going on round us, that moment remains frozen in silence, a silence that will never again leave us alone. Not if we've really seen it. It's sobering, bringing all mirth to an end. But it also calls forth love & compassion, a yearning to stand forth for another & care. If only we knew what to do & did not let the moment pass. Your words are inspiring & prompt me to hope that, should such a moment arise before us, we mark it, take a stand, & do not let the moment pass.
Excellent Piece ❤️😉💯