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“Jesus Understands”
By: Lissie

She’s always going everything she can
Everything she can to be like
Everyone else
But she’s always failing
She’s beginning to think that
She doesn’t have a plan in her life
After all
She’s not good at math
And she’s not good at art
And she’s not good in P.E.
It’s like she’s a
Pitiful little
Useless blob on Earth
She’s not ever sure if she’s
Good at singing
Like everything she’s good at
Is all a big,
Every time she doesn’t get something
She gets mad at herself
And says negative things
You’ll never do anything right
Try as you might
You’ll still be the pitiful
Blob you always were
You don’t like girly things
But you don’t like sports, either
But not because of dirt
Because that’s a girly excuse
Oh, no
It was because she
Didn’t want to be
Marked down
She’s in the eighth grade
And twice in two weeks
She’s been caught
"Jesus doesn’t cry!" her
Mind would scream
"You think he understands what
You’re going through?
What a bunch of lies!
God just said that
To make you feel better!"
But something broke through to her
A voice that said:
"I cried
When I was still alive
I had been
Marked down
Even spat upon
I was very different
Than everyone else"
She smiled
Then frowned
"So I guess God really
Does understand
But what am I to do
When they put me down
Say that God is holy?"
A wave of knowing
Crashed into her
As she heard the next few
"Just go your own way
And be glad for who
YOU are
And just because you’re not
Just like them
Remember that
Everyone’s got their talents
Like Dani and her writing
And everyone’s got their
Times for mistakes
Like you and math
But always remember
That there will be a time
When you’ll do something
No one else can
Just like Me
One more thing
That very few will
Tell you:
I understand your pain."

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The following comments are for "Jesus Understands"
by Lissie

Welcome to Lit.Org; I enjoyed reading this poem. Love isn't a decision, it's a feeling. Share it unconditionally. Love isn't sacrifice, it's given freely. True love expects nothing in return.

Yes, Jesus does understands, and shines down on this person as much as He shines down on the sinners of this world...


( Posted by: JEANNIE45 [Member] On: January 5, 2006 )

Seconding Jeannie's comment; welcome and good luck
Another welcome to you, Lissie.

It's always hard to tell if a first poem posted here at Lit is a first effort in general, or just a first posting here. Eitehr way, this is a very good piece. There's real action in it, which is missing from lots of new poetry. Many people start out talking just about feelings, but you make a good leap from the feelings of the speaker to actions. Going even farther, you extend the metaphor to imagine (correctly, I believe) that based on the actions of Christ we learn about in the Gospels, his feelings would have been similar, based on similar actions.

This is the heart of poetry -- to link one set of circumstances and thoughts to another; the creation of metaphor and imagery, the linking of thought and action, and the briding of one set of circumstances to another. To do it with a powerful set of emotions is often difficult and catharctic, and one of the main reasons many of us (myself included) write poetry in the first place.

I hope you continue to contribute, Lissie. I believe, as does the narrator of this poem, that Jesus does understand our pain. I also believe, as a writer, that pain is not something that we should necessarily avoid or shun. I'm not talking about "stupid" pain -- i.e., don't let the book fall on your toe, please. And I'm not talking about masochistic, unhealthy pain that stems from real pyschological problems. But I also know that our society puts a ridiculous premium on being "right" and "good" without giving the proper respect to the time and effort and mistakes and, yes, pain that are required to *getting* good and *becoming* right.

In movies, there's always the "getting pumped up scene," or the "learning to dance" scene, where the hero goes from being a clod to being a swan, an expert or a ninja in, like, 2-and-a-half minutes. That's pure crap. It's especially crap for writers. Being a good writer is a lifetime's chore. And it's a lifetime of painful wrangling with words you'll never be really satisfied with.

I don't say this to discourage, but to encourage you. Because what becomes clear, after awhile, is that the *mindset* of "painful wrangling" eventually becomes truly... fun. It becomes much more like a game or a puzzle, and much less like a chore or a duty. That holds true not just for writing, but other areas of life, too. Singing, dancing, exercize, art... all kinds of stuff that frustrated the heck out of me when I was in school (because, partly, I was being graded and compared and not by particularly creative people), are now much more interesting and enjoyable.

So... hang in there. It doesn't necessarily get easier. But it gets lots more fun. And here, at Lit, I can almost guarantee that it will be more fun.

( Posted by: andyhavens [Member] On: January 8, 2006 )

Very nice. I've read it a few times on paper, but still, nice. You mentioned me! Well, I knew that, but cool. Luv ya, Lissie.


( Posted by: EraIgnus [Member] On: March 5, 2006 )

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