Poem -

critic vs. me

critic vs. me

I hear you
every time
my quill
slips
 
simple
typos
overlooked
by
a
racing
mind
 
Many degrees
under my belt
yet my intelligence
is questioned
whenever
my dysgraphia
flairs 
up
 
To the critic,
I recognize 
you adore
the opportunity
to post your
nasty
comments
in order
for the world
to acknowledge 
your grammatical 
skills.
 
Bravo!
Bravo!
 
Content
however
evaded
you
 
as you
were to  ( yes I know it is supposed to be "too")
focused
on the small
things
rather
than 
seeing
the 
picture
as
a
whole
 
Creativity
reads between
the lines
and uses
Pesky
rules
as annoyances
to be
broken
 
I understand
your not
getting
it
I did not
think
you
would
 
enjoy your 
superiority
while
you kiss
the 
dirt
beneath
your
feet
i  ( yes I know it is supposed to be capitalized)
on 
the
other 
hand
am currently
soaring
beyond
the outskirts
of the
literary
universe………………………………………………………..
 
 

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Being Me

To be a decent critic is an art in itself. Criticism should be constructive. On here, I tend to ignore spelling mistakes and concentrate on the work's intent. From what you describe here, Greg, it is just sheer nastiness from bullies. These people are not critics they are out and out bullies with, perhaps, a huge chip on their shoulder about something. Take no notice. If it is friendly, constructive criticism they may be just wanting to help you in which case you can choose to listen or not to listen...at the end of the day, the poem is yours!

Sorry that you are experiencing hostile trolls but your words here do a good job in saying, "fuck off back to your bridge."  
⚘x

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