The footnote is aside

I wrote this poem angered by mother once again ruining my weekend plans. The reflection is a metaphore for her always being there critisizing me.

You don't have to give a damn. This poem isn't meant for you or so you'll care.

I wrote this poem about a year ago to a magazine editor that was trying to change my style to what they wanted. This can be directed at you, if you wish it, or it can be directed to any critic in the literary world.

I'm sorry for borrowing a great idea. I wrote this about five years ago for a fanfiction site, and I just wanted opinions on the writing of it.

I'm actually glad for all the criticism. The last few poems that I posted were written about three years ago, and it's nice to hear what people have to say I should change about how I write.

I read every comment that I receive, and I save the good ones in my "Improvement List" on my computer. I like to read them just to see if my new work fits what I have been asked to do. Sometimes it does fit, sometimes it doesn't.

I deleted them because you all were arguing with each other about something that had nothing to do with the poem.

Sometimes we can overcome the expected and create acceptance.

Children are not born racist; they have to learn it. Since most of them are taught racism, by the time they grow up it doesn't go away.

I just wrote to let you know I was, in fact, a woman; since you refered to me as 'he' and 'him.'

I am Woman. Hear me Roar.

I write my poems to help myself come to terms with feelings that I have. Many of my poems have stories behind them and out of context, they don't make sense. I just look for opinions on the writing and possible meanings to find a different way to look at them.

Not everything has an answer, and sometimes the answers to questions we ask now won't surface until later in life.

When the comments no longer pertain to the piece, and all the commenters are doing is fighting with each other, I feel that they can be deleted.

No, not really.

I was young and unexperienced. I didn't know then how to carry loss gracefully.

It wasn't the goal. I wrote this poem after a friend of mine died. I was very depressed, and this piece was my way of telling myself even though she was gone, I still had work to do.

I wrote this a long time ago, when I still half-way believe in Christianity. That was about 12 years ago.

Thank you.