The rejections pile up,
First The boy,
Then the emails
And now rejections, in the form
Of sealed papers,
Arrive at my doorstep.
Like I need,
A physical reminder to
“I don’t want- you, yours”.
“It’s not you, it’s me”
He said.
“Your work is great, just
Not for us”
They said.
Neither of them having
The courtesy,
The guts,
To speak the truth we both know:
“The problem is with me”.
But that’s fine.
Really, that’s okay.
I’ve done the calculation:
6 months of rejected writing,
Requires 1 week of grieving.
5 rejections,
ergo 5 weeks.
Then its back to pen and paper.
The world has told me
Too many Nos,
It has rejected me,
Too many times,
For me to reject myself.
Me myself and I,
We gon’ keep at it,
We gon’ be alright.
Yes! Exactly. When the world says no, you say yes!
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Absolutely! 👏🏽👏🏽
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Always keep going ❤
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Thank you Ana.
You too as well
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Some of the very best writers were rejected countless times. The world c often gets it wrong. We just need to stand strong in continually showing them what’s right!
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Yes. Keep on keepin on!
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Absolutely! 💪🏽
Thats the plan
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That’s the part of this life.
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I know right!
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Relatable af!🙄❤️
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🤗🤗
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In the same boat my friend! X
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Sending hugs to you 🤗🤗
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We gon’ be alright! 💪🏾
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We will 💪🏽
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