I don’t know how I came up with this, I honestly don’t. I was reading my school’s literary magazine online, and the words just came to me. So I went outside and thought a bit, and then I got this. Please enjoy.

Diamonds

I was put down from being an editor

Because they said I was too tough

On submissions.

So now I’m doing this

Degrading, menial task

Of writing poems.

I don’t see the point.

I mean, that’s the way life works, too

So I figured I was giving them a life lesson.

If you are not

Completely diamondlike

In your radiance

Then you are going to lose.

Ordinary charcoal

Can only become a diamond

Through pressure.

I gave them pressure

To try to make them into diamonds

And what do I get?

“You can not edit anymore.”

“You are simply too tough.”

Well,

Excuse me

For turning down charcoal.

Forgive me

For wanting them to shine.

Pardon me

For

Wanting

Diamonds.

I personally really liked this poem. I hope you did too.