Critical Critics

Poem By Maureen Alikor

Oh critic!
before you spew words
born out of pride
will you
and question the inner man
of the words?

Oh critic!
before you tell me
how weak my words are
will you not tell me
how strong I am at heart
to have penned down my fears?

Oh critic!
bit by bit
you murder my courage
with sharp tongues...
...of favoritism
as you lash down my pride
and bury my dreams
of tomorrow foreseen

you shall live
and watch me soar
you shall live
and watch destiny smile
upon my prowess

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