Re: Your comment..: Re: Your comment. I like to ask you the following: You say I should acknowledge Mark Twain's authorship. Why? You also say I brutalized its content. How? I await your response. Thank you.
.: When I learned to see people as emotionally sick rather than as bad, I could then learn to just let go of their words as there is no need to forgive people for being sick.
Thanks, but what I need..: Thanks, but what I need is a knick. What good is a knack without a knick? By the way, you knew I couldn't resist. I took your name and came up with the perfect occupation for you. You can do it on here. I can't discuss salary, sorry. This is the position, can you handle it?
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This piece hits with a quiet: This piece hits with a quiet power. Taking a classic like Let It Be and reshaping it into a call for mercy, unity, and basic human dignity gives the poem a deep emotional weight. The repeated “Let ’em be” becomes more than a refrain—it feels like a prayer for families, for hope, for a country trying to find its heart again. I really felt the ache in those lines about broken-hearted people and the reminder that we’re all under the same God. Beautifully done, Ramona. You turned a familiar melody into a message the world still needs to hear.
A powerful piece,: A powerful piece, Ramona.
You’ve written this with a clear conviction, and that certainty gives the poem its edge. Even when the subject matter is controversial, your willingness to speak boldly in your own voice is unmistakable. I always respect when a poet leans fully into their perspective and lets the lines carry that fire.
Art like this reminds me how poetry becomes a mirror—sometimes reflecting unity, sometimes tension, but always revealing something about the moment we’re living in. Thank you for continuing to write with such unapologetic force.
There’s a quiet fire in this: There’s a quiet fire in this piece — that sense of two souls recognizing each other beyond the masks, beyond the noise.
You captured that moment when a person stops running from their own light and finally lets someone stand beside them. The “rebel soul” and “future paradise” imagery hits with a beautiful mix of grit and hope, like love that’s been earned through storms.
I really felt the tenderness in the line about misfits joining — it turns vulnerability into strength, and that’s the kind of truth people don’t write unless they’ve lived it.
A powerful, intimate piece. Keep shining that fearless honesty.