—
you wrote a story, it won a contest.
you had a plan that worked.
you’d take a mother,
sprinkle her with cancer,
and have her die in front of
her daughter.
I asked you what the point was.
why write it? what was the inspiration?
you said you figured the saddest story
would win the contest.
you were right,
and it shouldn’t have
made me so angry.
but, she suffered for no reason.
for your stupid fucking win.
while you sat there like a coward,
your paper and your pen.
you murdered a sick mother,
probably did it with a grin.
orphaned her poor baby,
i’ll win
i’ll win
i’ll win.
i know it’s all made up,
but they live inside the lines.
an uninspired story,
your fucking Frankenstein.
so take that woman’s cancer,
walk the orphan’s shoes.
write with true perspective,
write with purpose too.
write it through your stomach,
fever sweats of ink.
have your readers live it,
regret a single blink.
write with true perspective
write with true perspective
fuck a writing contest
—
“High School Writing Contest”
©Steven Cuenca