a mountain created
from out of a molehill;
something unexpected
I am confused, still.
an innocent attempt
to create poetry;
was viewed with contempt
made some people angry.
i didn't delay
i listened to social conscience;
put down the picture
the poem, they say, is the essence
a part of my brain
could never understand;
that part of others' brains
that saw it as illegal, in their parlance
shall I call it arrogance?
protectiveness out of place;
I gave myself solace
if it were me, I'd accept, with grace
was it, on my part,
an act of stupidity?
to use people's online stuff,
to create simple poetry?
I value my work of art
just like anybody;
from now on I will stay away
from the high and the mighty.
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