Oh how I hate those gossipy little bitches
With nothing better to do than
Run
From one to the next
Spreading their toxicity
Oh how I hate those weak, spineless people
With time on their hands
And
Words on their tounges
That hurt
Oh how I hate those small, little humans
Who find pleasure in their meekness
Not
Pain in their accusations and
Falsehoods
Oh how I hate those shallow little adults
Who talk behind backs and
Doors
Instead of having courage to
Communicate
Oh how I hate those parts of myself
That care what they say
And
Give them any notice or
Ammunition.
Jennifer Wolfe
Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.
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Dear Jennifer, . . . “hates” is a strong word that implies a cauldron of emotion. Hope this is just a reflection. As to hating ourselves or anything about ourselves, I did that for many, many years and doing so undermined everything else I did. Avoid it.
Peace.
Thanks, Dee. Good advice.
Wow!! Hope nothing in particular provoked this poem!
Michael Ann-thank you. Just thinkin…
Wowsa! I’m hoping all is well with you, but I’m also telling you – THIS. IS. AWESOME. Bravo, Mama, bravo.
So glad you liked it, Laura. High school flashbacks…
WOW!! Nothing hurts more than gossips!!!
So true, Nikky. I don’t know why people do it.
Strong verse – the use of repetition and visuals make this strong, and will resonate with your readers long after, especially since it’s a universal experience. I don’t assume the poem is personal (since this happens to me all the time) but if it were, fantastic job at welding words and emotions to send a message.
Thank you, Brenda…it is a bit personal, and I’m really just thinking about how this is part of the human condition.
Excellent & Very True, Mama. Xx
& I catch myself doing this more than I should.
Thanks, Kim. You’re not alone.