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“scer- what now?” says another curious passerby yet again.        deep down inside, i resent the attention i gain.              for most peers of mine don't often know the pain.    “it’s scoliosis.” i retorted,        but in reply, they only snorted.                 i cant believe they had the nerve,                    to jeer at someone because of a mere curve.              it all happened that one faithful day,           after a p.e. lesson when we went into the water to play.             as everyone returned to change, i was left behind to stray.          “i hope nobody notices me”, i thought as i would pray.      to put it simply; it hadn't gone unnoticed, i had begged for them to to tell, but that had not sufficed.         the cat was let out, it all felt like a heist.              my secret was robbed, when it supposedly ceased to exist.                  i was ten back then, had no clue how to handle it.    life was tough, but i’m glad i never quit.           though my torso now has a slit,              i’m safe to say that i'm over with their ********
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
an open letter to those that have shunned me for my medical condition
“scer- what now?” says another curious passerby yet again.        deep down inside, i resent the attention i gain.              for most peers of mine don't often know the pain.    “it’s scoliosis.” i retorted,        but in reply, they only snorted.                 i cant believe they had the nerve,                    to jeer at someone because of a mere curve.              it all happened that one faithful day,           after a p.e. lesson when we went into the water to play.             as everyone returned to change, i was left behind to stray.          “i hope nobody notices me”, i thought as i would pray.      to put it simply; it hadn't gone unnoticed, i had begged for them to to tell, but that had not sufficed.         the cat was let out, it all felt like a heist.              my secret was robbed, when it supposedly ceased to exist.                  i was ten back then, had no clue how to handle it.    life was tough, but i’m glad i never quit.           though my torso now has a slit,              i’m safe to say that i'm over with their ********
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xuanciii
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17/F/Singapore
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
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