We learn, when young, that we must write a certain way. That we must behave a certain way.
Over time, the corrections stay.
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The red pen –
Crosses out –
My scribble –
Wrong.
Too unti –
Wrong –
dy.
Not neat enough.
Wrong.
Again.
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My red pen erases my wild scribble,
Too untidy on the page.
My red pen circles the wrong words
And they disappear
With the red ink
“You’re too untidy.”
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The sudden scribble
Cursive –
Frantic –
Pressed on paper
The thoughts –
Come –
As – i -write.
Proper –
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental
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