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Jun 2018
Oh Lou,
You raise words we fear to say,
with tender and gentle vocals,
how do you hold such grace with words?
The taste of the bitterness they spread,
coat it in sugar and feed it us again,
with your lipstick coated smile.
Lou, kind hearted, elgant Lou,
the things I would sacrifice for you,
dignity and face,
I’ll offer them blind.
Dear angelic Lou of skies,
nothing wrong could come from your lips,
if accused the accusation, words shall die,
For your life is more important than mine.
I have never wrote an ode to myself, it was almost awkward to create. Admittedly, this was an attitude some people have given me in the past. Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans to this day, but there are some people you meet who think you have to be a 100% right all the time in order to be their friend, one mark of darkness and you are a bad, bad person with no aim of redemption. Which is tragic.

I am someone for forgiveness, I think we should always forgive people even if they’ve hurt us very badly, so we, ourselves can heal; by forgive, I do not mean befriend them, I simply mean, acknowledge they did something bad and aim to work out what is best for the situation.

The bitter and sugar refers to how I’ve encountered some horrible people and how I always try my hardest even with the worse of people, to find the best in them, sometimes you can get somewhere and the path to emotional healing can begin for them, other cases, you can get some stubborn individuals who refuse to acknowlege they are in any kind of wrong at all. So I suppose, this poem is majorly about ego and how sometimes it can be destructive to cut yourself short or praise yourself too highly, too things I have majorly suffered with throughout my life.

I did alter the last line when re-reading it, from mentioning my name again to “Your life is more important than mine”, solely because I feel sometimes when people share a reputation of any kind and a nice following, they sometimes belittle themselves over the success of the other.

I am always saddened when people compare themselves to those of higher popularity, but I think it’s very common for those with insecurities to do so, I just hope one day they can love themselves just as much as they love these people they look up to.
Louisa Coller
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Louisa Coller  26/Non-binary/England
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