The Poetry Critic
We have ourselves a critic on poem of the day
Like being a good parent, it’s not quite his forte
I think what we’re seeing is a little Vulcan blood
His words are illogical and they drag through the mud
Some call him a king as they walk hand in hand
They should start reading the lyrics of his little boy band
He preaches forgiveness but falls a bit short
All I keep hearing is his cutting retort
EVEN THOUGH PEOPLE MAY TALK ABOUT ME AND SAY UGLY THINGS I MUST STAND FIRM.
I AM FIGHTING TO STAY SANE IN THIS CRAZY WORLD FIGHTING TO KEEP A COOL HEAD IN THE MIDST OF A BATTLE WITH THE WORLD.
I WONDERED HOW LONG COULD I TAKE THIS CRITICISM THAT HAS BOILED ON INSIDE OF ME.
I AM STANDING SOLID REGARDLESS OF WHAT ANYONE SAYS REGARDLESS OF WHAT THEY THINK OF ME.
THEY THINK THEY SEE SOMEONE WHO IS WEAK AND NAIVE WHO DOESN'T HAVE A CLUE ABOUT THIS LIFE.
THEY BELIEVE TO SEE SOMEONE THEY CAN WALK OVER SOMEONE THEY CAN DRAG THROUGH THE MUD.
BUT I KNOW FOR A FACT I AM A CHILD OF GOD I WILL REMAIN TO STAND SOLID THROUGH MY TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS.
EVEN IN THIS STORM I WILL PRESS ON AND MOVE FORWARD.
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