Poetry Corner: Victim

By Richard Wallace

I am a victim

I am me

I am a product of

you and you


Where were your expectations,

for me

Where were the demonstrations of life skills,

for me


When was I ever offered direction,

for me

Why wasn’t I ever presented with goals in life,

for me


I wonder if anybody ever cared,

for me

Why didn’t I see any examples set,

for me



Everything I see

around me is slop

Slop and pious platitudes


So you think I could have done better


I did not ask for this

I am a victim

lonely boy

Richard Wallace’s latest book or poetry is out now published by Shuswap Press

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  1. “I am a victim” – my response – only as long as you hold on to being one.

    This Be The Verse

    By Philip Larkin

    They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.

    I don’t agree with the conclusion of Philip Larkin’s poem, but I do believe that folk, if they can, need to see what produced their behaviour, and, if it is damaging to themselves, or those around them, work on it to clear the harm. If they can. It can be done – I’ve seen it happen. Harm can produce harm – but it doesn’t have to.

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