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I Hate
I hate the way she smiles,
I hate the way she grins.
I hate the way her eyes light up
when happiness is the mood she's in.
I hate the way she effortlessly
pulls off this word called grace,
but, mostly, I hate the way she makes that look come on your face.
I hate the way I always know that you do think of her,
I hate the way that, when you do, your face gets a happy glow.
I hate the way you shut me down, just as she's walking by
I hate the way you always, ALWAYS have to say goodbye.
I hate the way you spike your hair
I hate the clothes that you wear
I hate the way, no matter what I do, you're always there
I hate the way you take my crap, and don't judge me anyway
I hate the way you say hello
I hate the way you stare.
I hate the way you always know, just how to make me smile
I hate the way I just tell you everything, just way, way out of style
I hate the way that you're so perfect
and just make me laugh
effortlessly.
I hate the way
you're everything I ever wanted to be.
I hate the way you call me friend
I hate it when you never call
and the problem is, I don't hate you
I don't hate anything at all.
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Or a better example - in English class we're studying a poem called 13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird. One of the assignments relating to this was to write a poem written just like the black bird poem.
Was it the same style? Yes. Did it use the same words? Yes. But it was OUR poems. The author of the poem can't come up to our classroom and say, "Guess what? All your poems belong to me because you're imitating my poem." No. It doesn't work like that. All of our poems, yes, were imitating the poem style, but they were all our own words and ideas.
Secondly, you clearly misunderstand the art of poetry if you think its about flattery and praise: poetry is food for the soul. (And yes, I am quoting someone.) It's about trying to express how you feel and your emotions. Even the worst poem has the power to stand completely and utterly on its own - because it's not about praise. It's about the poem.
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