You glare at me with such hatred

Yet you tell others I am sacred


Your piercing eyes go right through me

Does this mean that you loathe me?


Your actions towards me show much scorn

It’s like you hate the day I was born


If you hate me so

Why not just let me go



This poem is for FOWC with Fandango

The word for this challenge is scorn.


Published by Susan Zutautas

A Canadian girl, born in Montreal, mother of three grown boys that lives with her husband in Ontario. Published author and poet. Loves to write flash fiction. Author of New In Town and two children's books which can be found on Amazon.

12 thoughts on “Scorn

  1. Really good Sysan. Thanks for the Follow. I think I put a smiley that was wrong on my reply to you on my blog. It should have been a smiling face but I hit the wrong one. I am blind you see, and sometimes hit the wrong thing, really sorry. Smile.

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      1. You are welcome. Please forgive my typos. On my last comment I should have said lovely not lively. Oh dear! Well, i hopee you got my meaning anyway!

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          1. Oh bless you. Thankyou. Most people know I am blind, but with you being a new follower I wasn’t sure if you knew. Smile.


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