I DON’T KNOW WHY
I don't know where I am now and I don't have the strength to find out
it's not dark
just deep and and far away
I cannot describe what's here because I don't know the names for everything I see
and I am really, really angry
so mad that you cannot imagine why
and nor can I.
it is waking up without thought or direction or sense
like lighting up without a reason why.
I'm sure somewhere this all means something but here it doesn't mean that much.
always looking down at the floor
in case my gaze disturbs you
biting my tongue and swallowing hard in case I offend you
always overtaken and swamped by tears
and all I want to do is fall down and cry
DD
Reader Comments
Dear Diva,
I appreciate your positions on the various issues you raise, and understand what you’re trying to do.
I can’t help but wonder, though, if you could be more persuasive.
As a rule, there are 2 things influencers, to be effective, need to do:
1. Do the work necessary to be sure that your perception of the world is similar to the world as it is.
2. Create the stories (and the experiences to back them up) that change the world as it is.
Most fail at #1. By focusing on what they want, or by having a selfish view of things, they miss the reality of what the world believes.
And that can cause us to miss #2. Your story has to be grounded in the worldview of your intended audience.
Just some constructive criticism for you, FWIW (and yes, I think sometimes you need to do better at #1).
anon: Your response to the poem caught my attention. I’m not arguing with you, but please clarify. Are you saying that a writer has to change her/his perspective to meet the expectations, biases, judgements, etc., of the majority of the writer’s potential readership? Is that what #1 means?
Again, this isn’t an argument. I want to understand what you’re saying. Thanks.
A “could do better”. I feel like I’m back in school! Can I have a detention rather than a 100 lines? I’ve forgotten how to use a pen.
dd: Guess you only get a B.
I don’t get the anon critique or how it really applies to the poem. It was a poem, appreciate it for what it is - a beautiful expression of her frustration.