And so she then explained to me
How what I write’s not poetry;
She did some “show, instead of tell”,
And other things that she’d learned well
Within the sacred, hallowed halls
Of Prestige University;
Where uniform approaches live
And call themselves
Diversity
[Have you ever received ‘compliments’ that make you feel worse than insults?]
To share is human:
The “sacred hallowed halls” are very restricted and restricting. Most of us would never write if we kept to their rules.
I do know the rules… well, some of them. I just don’t like them.
I get “that poem was more interesting than usual”
You can always email. How is she feeling?