The Controversy of Writing

Letter to the Editor

Dancing With A Stranger
by Jarrius Smith

Some AC units would call this a vent.

Becoming great in the literary world involves overcoming obstacles that so many writers hate. We ask our friends and family to pay attention and read what we write because we know what power our imagination has to create. Instead of giving us some time, they tend to blatantly be fake, supporting someone else because of bigger view counts and high ratings. Being dubbed a great writer requires you to wait until your numbers reach a certain peak, then those you know flock to buy a copy of what you wrote just to lie about what you said and say they relate.

It’s true what they say. No one wants to take a bite of what you have to offer until they see an entire plate. They take the bait because you just ate, now they want to pretend that they were always invested. The tides turn like the curve of a circle just to make a figure eight. The number of times that I’ve had to debate with someone trying to negate that point has gotten me to the feeling of “jaded”.

We get more support from strangers. That statement’s outdated. People hate that realization, so they lock reality with a key and toss it in the backyard of their mind just to label it “gated”. Strangers praise and appreciate what we write like it’s a four-star estate. They wish to pick our brain just to see what we say about the passion that we poured on to page on a stormy day when we stared out the window while we hoped and we prayed that someone would be impacted by words that we stated.

They like it, they share it. If we make a T-shirt, they wear it and we blush to the point where we can hardly bear it. There we are, flattered because someone was positively impacted by our creation and said that it mattered to the point where it changed their life because before it was shattered. You accomplished your dreams and now friends that disappeared before want to hit up your phone to chit and chatter.

Dancing with strangers changes careers. The possibilities are endless. Here’s to everyone achieving success.

Cheers.

Signed,
Jarrius Smith “XaKu”
The Last Great Rhyming Poet