They didn’t remove me for failing,
they removed me for shining
where light feels uncomfortable.
They clap in daylight,
but in the shadows
they try to erase you.
It’s not justice,
it’s envy with rules.
They used me to grow,
and when I bloomed,
I became the problem.
But they forget something:
what’s real
can’t be erased.
And even if they try,
truth does not disappear
it only changes place.
It moves into silence,
into memory,
into the quiet corners of those
who saw it before it was denied.
They can rename you,
misinterpret you,
turn your presence into a question
they are more comfortable avoiding.
But what you were
does not depend on their permission.
There is a strange resilience
in being misunderstood for too long
you begin to stop asking
to be translated.
And instead
you become something steadier.
Not louder.
Not smaller.
Just certain.
Because real things do not beg to be believed.
They remain.
Even when they are denied.
Even when they are hidden.
Even when they are left unspoken
in rooms full of applause.
@newgirldark
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NewGirlDark (Seudónimo) (
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- Comentario del autor sobre el poema: It’s my way of redefining rejection—not as my failure, but as others’ reaction to something they can’t match, understand, or sustain.
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Your poem speaks with a clarity that doesn’t need embellishment. You name the quiet cruelty of environments that punish authenticity, and you do it with a steady, honest voice. There’s strength in the way you recognize the difference between being valued and being used, and even more strength in how you affirm that what is genuine endures, no matter who tries to diminish it.
It’s a powerful piece — not for its anger, but for its truth.
New friend, no one can take your strength unless you hand it over.
Many hugs with recognition, because:
Poets we are, indeed.
That is true, we may think it's us failing but most of the times rejection is only the envy of others against our way of facing problems and shining on top of them. Thanks poet NewGirlDark for his breath taking and true writing. Best wishes
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