#my uncle who only knew his academic achievements and intellect has the audacity to be like “change the poem”
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i'm so mad. I'M SO MAD. don't criticize my poem about its contents unless its something objectively wrong. like if i write that india is continent and germany is spelled like jermanny or something idk. criticize me about form, about grammar, about literally anything else. don't advice me saying 'you're portraying this dead person wrong' OKAY BUT ITS MY POEM ABOUT HOW I FEEL AND WHAT I PERCEIVE. FUCKING HELL. WHAT. POETRY IS SUBJECTIVE, LET ME BE. LET ME BREATHE. GODDAMMIT.
#sorry i'm just bitter lmao#i usually don't get this triggered#maybe because this poem is literally about my dead brother#im so emotional on gawd#my uncle who only knew his academic achievements and intellect has the audacity to be like “change the poem”#why am i so butthurt someone stop me#i would usually talk about stuff like this with my brother and he'd tell me to chill and not take anyones words to heart#i need to delete this goddamn tumblr account before i spill my soul
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