Poem: No Pain (for the Jerks) Posted on January 17, 2019 by michellegflye No Pain (for the Jerks) By Michelle Garren Flye It’s little things. Playground things. A hard bump Instead of a pass. A mocking word Like a tiny barb. A whisper, a lie, A rumor spread Like stinky cheese On a wilting cracker. It’s dumb things That shouldn’t matter. A missing invitation To a birthday party. Picking me last For every team. Just bullshit really. Nothing that hurts. You can’t make me cry. I’m too tough for that. I don’t cry when The leaves fall. I don’t weep when Rain thunders down. I don’t mourn the Wilting dead flowers By the walk. How could neglect Pierce my heart, then? Why would contempt Cause me grief? Or cruelty sadden me? I feel no pain. I feel nothing at all. “Reflection” Photo by Michelle Garren Flye Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestGoogleMoreEmailRedditLinkedInTumblrPrintLike this:Like Loading...