Wilma Neels Poet Free verse

'inadequate'

When the real you
Is not good enough 
When you weighed by a stranger’s scale
And you are labeled inadequate
Do you try and become 
Who they think you are 
Or do you walk around under the blanket 
Of not being good enough forever

Even when you know you are passable 

Do you pretend it doesn't hurt? 
That being judged by strangers 
Is just one of lives’ curves?  

When they trot on who you are 
As if you are irrelevant 
Do you tremble in confusion? 
Or turn a blind eye?

©120820151505

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Kp Nunez August 23, 2015 at 4:36 AM I do tend to stop, get a feel of my inner self, find my inner strength, then and only then do I think of a proper response. I have stopped retaliating immediately and in kind long ago. People who matter say its called "maturity". If some people are too busy to hitch a ride to the maturity bus, who am I to remind them? Like some here, I pretend the words don't hurt...then find that they REALLY DON'T! You're an awesome lady! Loved this. hugs!

James Peranteau August 17, 2015 at 11:08 PM Mine eyne turn and look for feet that press forward gently as not to mar mine luster dear poet! I pray you are gaining knowledge to do likewise...my pappy taught me that ! *smiles*...Oooo, gotta read another......

Andrea Dietrich August 12, 2015 at 8:51 PM I think it says a lot about a person's self confidence and their personality how they react to these things. Eventually I just let it go. what else can we do when someone is this way to us? We have to learn when to stand up for ourselves and not worry about these people. Nice one for getting us thinking, you little book worm you. (we are peas in a pod)

Richard Lamoureux August 12, 2015 at 9:27 AM I spend time with friends and then I feel right as rain! This is a great contemplative piece. Wilma Neels August 12, 2015 at 9:32 AM Richard, that is always a good thing to do. :) my friends will probably tell me are you crazy? where did that piece come from? I sometimes don't have an answer for them, but I relish the variety of comments I get :) I appreciate yours as well

Eileen Manassian August 12, 2015 at 8:49 AM Wow...what a deep deep poem, dear. Sometimes it's easy to believe the lies. I wish that we would all have the courage to keep walking with out heads held high. Lovely write. Bless you.

Ian Jones August 12, 2015 at 8:21 AM Challenging Write and my pet screamathon!!! We should develop our own individual value systems, sign posted with qualities which are important to us. It is impossible to measure up to a surrogate system devised with bias toward a media driven controllable norm, it doesn't exist. Wear Pink to a funeral, twerk in a barn dance, wear a Bowler hat on a Thursday, whoops! I say, steady on old chap. To the subject in your wonderful poem and anyone who's listening, BE YOUR BEAUTIFUL SELF!! Ian Jones August 12, 2015 at 8:37 AM Thanks, lucky we weren't allowed more characters. I plan to grow old very disgracefully. Who will care when I'm dead anyway. Kindest regards, Ian Wilma Neels August 12, 2015 at 8:28 AM hehe, Ian you had me laughing at your comment. it is amazing the strong response you have to this one, thanks for your input. Always enjoy your comments on my musings ;)