First, realize that only a born poet would ask another poet a question like this.
And then please remember this: everyone laughed at me. Everyone. I learned how to willfully ignore with a smile. It gets easier when you realize how vapid and bitter these non-creatives, these bullies, can be.
Remind yourself that your life is yours. You choose to make it what you will. That’s your right, because you have to do the living.
So, essentially, just say “fuck off!” to the naysayers. It’s not that easy! Believe me, I know. So, if you can’t handle the full-throat “fuck off!” just yet, try—a little bit every day—to whisper it to yourself, or smile and think it really hard when the bastards poke you.
Eventually, you’ll get tired of whispering and raise your voice. And if you keep speaking up, eventually you’ll roar:
“This is me! I’m a poet! I like words! And if you think that’s funny, if you’re going to tease me, or roll your eyes when I talk about my work, well then you can just fuck off! Thank you! Good day!”
Always say thank you. It’s important. I like to add a Good day! but that’s just me.
Then, very important, you must never talk to the people you tell to fuck off .. ever again. Even if things get lonely. Things will get lonely. Be lonely. Just don’t stop writing! It will save your life. Trust me. Poet to poet.
Thank you for reading along.
That is all.
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