This poem is about rain and was written by myself. It isn’t great, but I do love rain and its contradictory nature. Be nice and I hope you enjoy the living shit out of it. This was also written for my ENGL280 class and is my original work.
I think being misunderstood is one of my greatest fears in the world. Perhaps it comes from the politician side of me that my mother is always making fun of me for, but I can’t help but explain myself. Sometimes, if not all of the time, I do excessively this. When you’re used to being misheard or referenced incorrectly or gossiped about, this panic can well up in your chest when you’rejust trying to express your opinion to someone.
I find this mostly happens to me when I’m just trying to engage someone in conversation about a topic that could potentially unite us. In my Women’s Studies class, just trying to talk to the girl behind me about my personal definition of “feminism” was terrifying. So when it was my turn to share my experience with her, I felt myself going on and on, repeating the same things I had said before with different inflections in my voice and using a couple different words here and there. Thank the Lord, she did understand what I was saying and what I meant, but it was so hard, No One, to just end my train of thought and guess that she picked up on what I was putting down. Which involves a lot of trust, if you think about it; trust that the other person understands your meaning and trust that you had in fact said enough and explained yourself well enough.
And don’t you fucking tell me it’s just because I’m nervous about meeting new people. I am, but this fear goes beyond first intereactions; I’ve experienced this feeling with my family, my close friends, my mentors, the peasants in high school, and so on. I just wish I knew how to fix it.
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Sep 4
Posted by somethingcreative777
I think being misunderstood is one of my greatest fears in the world. Perhaps it comes from the politician side of me that my mother is always making fun of me for, but I can’t help but explain myself. Sometimes, if not all of the time, I do excessively this. When you’re used to being misheard or referenced incorrectly or gossiped about, this panic can well up in your chest when you’rejust trying to express your opinion to someone.
I find this mostly happens to me when I’m just trying to engage someone in conversation about a topic that could potentially unite us. In my Women’s Studies class, just trying to talk to the girl behind me about my personal definition of “feminism” was terrifying. So when it was my turn to share my experience with her, I felt myself going on and on, repeating the same things I had said before with different inflections in my voice and using a couple different words here and there. Thank the Lord, she did understand what I was saying and what I meant, but it was so hard, No One, to just end my train of thought and guess that she picked up on what I was putting down. Which involves a lot of trust, if you think about it; trust that the other person understands your meaning and trust that you had in fact said enough and explained yourself well enough.
And don’t you fucking tell me it’s just because I’m nervous about meeting new people. I am, but this fear goes beyond first intereactions; I’ve experienced this feeling with my family, my close friends, my mentors, the peasants in high school, and so on. I just wish I knew how to fix it.
-Hope xoxo
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