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.
@newgirldark
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Autor:
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.
- Categoría: Carta
- Lecturas: 6
- Usuarios favoritos de este poema: Sergio Alejandro Cortéz, Una voz, LOURDES TARRATS
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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.
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