The Things I Notice

How to Write a Blog Worthy Poem

I watch a lot of poetry readings and read a lot of blog posts

About rape culture and abuse and love and drug overdoes

And how some of you just can't seem to love yourself

So I open up my Word Pad and plan on writing some

Elaborate poem that will shock my readers and somehow change how people think

But then I go back and think of all the videos I saw

And remember how much everyone else's lives really fucking sucked

Like how one girl talked about feeling like a stranger in her own skin

Or how a man lost the love of his life and stopped locking the doors or some shit

And how yet another young girl felt violated when someone made rape joke

And so I sit and think of what I should write about

But clearly my problems couldn't be as big as theirs

Like

Here, lemme write about the time some guy didn't wanna kiss me?

Comparing my life to the other poets

It was like my average, middle class life

Wasn't sad enough to be published

My house wasn't built on toothpicks and needles

So I couldn't write about how my dad likes to get in my face sometimes

I wasn't touched or sexually desired by an older man

So I couldn't write about how I never felt loved for the right reasons

My body wasn't too skinny or too fat in the eyes of my boyfriend

So I couldn't write about how society objectifies me into a sex object

And I wasn't too horribly bullied in high school by my so called "friends"

So I couldn't write about how nobody truly knows the real me either 

Please tell me why we live in a world

Where our pity for someone is based upon how bad their life sucks

That we can't be human enough to just have some fucking empathy skills

And maybe, use them for a change

Tell me why we have to coat our stories and words in a salty yet sweet syrup

Making our taste stay with you long enough for you to enjoy it

But not long enough for you to understand and learn from such a foreign flavor

Tell me how am I suppose to vent my feeling to a world that tells me my problems aren't big enough to care about

So I am sorry

Sorry my life isn't sad enough

Isn't demented enough

Isn't twisted enough

To grace the poetry section of a Barnes & Noble

A Hallmark bookshelf in the back corner

Or a goddamn 'Good Reads' section of a year old magazine that nobody reads anymore

So I'm sorry

I can't twist and form my life into a couple hundred words and lines

And someway be relatable enough to get thousands of views

Comments,telling me that I'm strong

And that people I don't even know are proud of me for 'telling it like it is'

But no

I am not in a YouTube video

And I am not on a stage

I'm in front of a blank computer screen

Wondering how I could ever turn 26 letters

Into a powerful video with a message

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Wattpad rated this poem R for mature content, which is understandable. If you're not able to read or view this poem, please message me and tell me, because I would love for everyone to be able to read what I posted tonight. I really like this one.

-TaylorMarie