Embarrassment

We'd all like to think we are something more.

I wish

I didn't have

N*****s.

They make me

Feel

Like such an

Animal,

Too closely related

To baser,

less profound,

Mammals.

I wish to obscure

The fact

That I am not the

Pinnacle

Of perfection,

No more than a

Breathing bag of

Dirt.

And, thus,

N*****s

Are my twin

Badges

Of shame.

Author's Note

A mixture of the serious and the humorous.

Reviews

[Angela H.]

This poem needs no work whatsoever. It is so raw and specific that it triggers that most heinous of emotions - shame - just in reading it. None of us wants to dredge up that feeling, so we try to push it away, but you, brave soul, have laid it bare...the renegade calling of artistic expression.

I wonder if you decapitalized the whole thing, would it sit even more naked? I particularly wanted to see lower caps on the word n*****s. Just a speculation. I think this is provacative work.

[TheFemininePad]

A very odd poem. I'm a little confused about what you are trying to convey here. You poem could use some work to improve it. I doesn't feel like you put your heart and soul into your writing which is what poetry should be about.

[Judy Ponceby]

Wow, totally different from your usual. But odd and hilarious, not to mention well done!! lol. we are what we are and that's what we are. :)

[i.am.the.sun.]

hahaha it's a perfect mix, well done! funny and creepily relate-able.