Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction, character in the poem does not have any resemblance to any known human being.
Wimp, you are a wimp, the bullies yell
If they would have known the hell
My entire life that I am going through
Probably they would not be yelling though
Why do I never pick up a fight
I am not afraid to stand up for my rights
Made promise to my mother that I have to keep
Please do not pick up a fight and make me weep
When all I have to do is push back and yell
Imagine my pain with what I have to deal
Mortified that I have to bear all the insults
Pray to God that I can face the results
Whimsical I am not, I am thoughtful
In my own world I remain blissful
Mad at myself, with every insult I silently weep
Please, now that you know, don’t call me a wimp
Week 13 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”
Good one! Especially the way you used all the letters of the word “WIMP” in each stanza.
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Thank you for the kind words.
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I love the way you play with thn letter, great mental exercise. I can now relate with a wimp.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. When I chose WIMP as the word for my journey with “W”, I did not realize that it will be so hard to write a poen starting with WIMP.
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But you did perfectly well, honestly!
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Thanks again.
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Highly creative and brilliant. Don’t worry, I won’t call you a wimp.
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Welcome back.
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Thanks you.
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