You rejected me.
I’ve been tossed away again.
What is wrong with me?
Why do some people dislike me?
My creator birthed me
To educate and inspire
To motivate and transpire
To ruminate and inquire
About everything in the world.
I refuse to accept
Your dismissal of me
As grounds for my ultimate
Unworthiness in the literary world.
My creator and I idumbulu
In frustration and jest
For I am not trash,
She and I both know it.
I will continue to exist
Even though you reject me.
Your hatred of my form
And style I’m written in,
Won’t stop me from being.
I am as good as the others,
I won’t be dismayed by you.
Your constant rejection
Will never, EVER silence me.
–by Maria Mocha © 2021