I Watched, I Noticed, I Refused. Poetry Analysis (Unsanctioned)
Hi! Welcome back to SoniaVoyage 🌻 Please take a moment to pause. Maybe grab a drink before continuing. This one carries weight. I’m writing this on a quiet night, when everything feels a little too close to the surface. Not confusion, not sadness, but something sharper. The kind of feeling that settles in the body before it ever reaches language. There are experiences that do not arrive loudly. They come disguised as conversation, attention, and so-called good intentions. At first, you do not name them. You only notice your shoulders tightening, your breath changing, your sense of space slowly shrinking. This poem exists because I felt disgust. Not sudden or dramatic, but steady and unmistakable. The kind that appears when a boundary is crossed and someone insists on calling it something else. I did not write this to explain myself. I wrote it because some moments do not ask to be softened or forgiven. They ask to be documented. So here it is. A poem born from discomfort, refusa...