When the Noise Stops

It’s when the noise stops

That the ugly raises its head

Searching for an opportunity

To remind me of something once said.

That biting comment from rude

No-it-all Bill or,

Way back when I was young,

That little bully from hell.

It’s when the noise stops

That ugly takes its place

Showing me once again

I can never win the race.

There is always someone

Much faster, cleaner, precise.

And I will never be able

To grow flowers or make good rice.

It’s always when the noise stops

And ugly starts its taunts

That I become determined

To slap don’t its flaunts.

Resolved to stop comparing myself,

To let my own beauty shine through.

I will not try to be like him,

Or her, or even like you.

Naida Lavon

Poems and Prompts

08-26-12

Prompts:

“When the noise stops…”

10 minute write