Go ahead and talk to me that way.
Be mean and nasty.
You call me names.
You yell at me.
You tell me I’m worthless.
I’ve heard it all before.
Your barbs.
Your taunts.
You try so hard to put me down.
To make me feel bad about myself.
You ridicule me.
You attempt to make me feel stupid.
You talk to me that way in front of our friends.
As if demeaning me around them makes you look better.
But you know what?
It makes you look small.
It makes you look petty.
And I am now impervious.
(Exactly 99 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “impervious” in exactly 99 words.
That’s very intense.
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Such truth! Nothing we do to exalt ourselves above others, especially someone we are supposed to love, adds to our character, it always serves to detract. love the way you told this.
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Thanks, Violet.
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Woah! I have felt that way – but I never ever said so! That’s probably what would have come out if I had completely lost my rag!
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I really loved the power in this… well done Fandango!
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Thanks, Leigha.
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You’re welcome.
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