Not Poetess Enough

They claim I'm not descriptive enough, That my writing lacks a certain rough A rawness, a vividness to see That makes readers feel they're free. They say my English is too plain, Not ornate, not refined to gain The title of a poetess grand Or a writer with a skilled hand. But I write from deep within, With every word, a story to spin Of love, loss, and life's many hues, That resonate with people's views. I may not use flowery speech, Or expressions that are out of reach, But my words convey the essence true Of the world, and what it means to you. For me, writing is not a show, Or a competition for the flow Of language, or the depth of thought, It's a means to share what I have brought. So let them say what they may, I'll keep writing in my simple way, For words are not just a display But a means to connect and convey.