poetry critical

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:


life ain't fair
to give you
fair lips
fair figure
fair hair
fair eyes
fair everything
while I sit in this
excess skin
no fairness in
hearing you whine about a shirt
that I can only dream
to begin to fit
to wedge in
to hear you complain about the fat that tries to
cushion your organs
when this could feed a small village
unfair that my hair is my
only asset
flat ironed for 4 years straight
my only control my only  beauty
not fair
to see you wail over
some small blemish
that dares to try and make you
look even half ugly
when your Grungy already
beats out my Dressed Up
not fair
for me to digest an apple
as you inhale butterscotch ice cream
not fair
for me to gnaw on turkey jerky when
you munch on Poptarts and Chef Boyardee
fair game for you
to attack a stash of
EasyMac at midnight
while I chew on freeze-dried fruit
unfair for you to make me eat mini Oreos
chastise me not to worry
but really just so you won’t
feel guilty for eating them too
you tell me I don’t eat but I do
just carefully cuz
I'm not like you
I have to savor my carrot juice
when you consume
kit kats and pizza for dinner
you say you're “bad” when you
upturn your nose at sweat
or complain about a diet that lasts you
1 week
while mine lasts
my life
cuz your body doesn't care
and doesn't change
didn't feel the freshman 15
and lets you swap clothes with friends
or accept gifts that you know will fit
cut up your shirts all cute for football games
pack lightly with 1/2 the amount of cloth in your suitcase
and grab stuff off the rack
without the horror of the dressing room
not fair for other’s gazes
to decide that I should
“just try a little harder”
when they don’t know the gallons of sweat
I could collect per day
while they judge my once a semester consumption of pasta
as proof of my laziness
when they stare ignorant to my every waking moment
of draining efforts
of balancing equations
to pick breakfast or lunch
in attempts to calculate every consumption of
each calorie, carb and gram of fat
others glare unaware
of the necessity to choose
exercise the next morning
instead of going out the night before
oblivious of my
ritual love-hate relationship with the scale
as I labor and tire on beeping machines
kickbox at the gym religiously
log three six twenty hours weekly
in efforts to burn
all that prevents me
from knowing what it feels like
to be you
you're far too fair
for me to follow to try
and understand how to possibly
find fault with perfection
to have no urge to photoshop my picture
to know the joy of tank tops and shorts
to have a sundress look familiar and flattering
to not feel the jiggle of a double chin
to enjoy my profile
to see skin without stretched scars
to slip on single-digit jeans
to dance all fair and free
instead of readjusting
and sucking in
life's got
no fairness left
for me
cuz you stole it all
with your fair beauty

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