You Can’t Write That

The man was tall and broad chested. At the end of his bulging arm he waved a piece of paper.

“I’m an expert,” he shouted, “and you can’t write that. Your words make it worse. People need love not judgment.”

He tore the paper into shreds and dropped it on the floor.

The woman was blonde and pretty. She held a piece of paper between delicate fingers accentuated by soft pink nail polish.

“I’m a mother,” she said, “and you can’t write that. You must be stupid if you feel that way. I watch my daughter struggle every day so I know you’re wrong.”

She crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it in the corner.

The man was lean, his face weathered by the sun. The piece of paper he held in his hand was folded into an origami bird.

“I keep it with me always,” he whispered, tears glistening in his eyes. “I’ve talked to the experts, I’ve seen the look of concern on my family’s face, but these words are what keep me alive.”

So I smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and took out my pen.

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21 thoughts on “You Can’t Write That

  1. I believe with every right comes a corresponding responsibility, and that one of the greatest challenges we face in life is how to exercise the one without losing sight of the other. Time will tell whether or not we made the right decision. Time always tells…

    1. But by then it’s too late to go back and change our mind. We all do the best we can with the resources we have in the current moment.

      Thank you for sharing your perspective.

  2. I’ve had a few ‘you can’t write that’ comments myself, all from the same person. More fool me for listening to that person, because now that I HAVE started writing exactly what I want to write again without worrying about censure, I’m getting more positive feedback…in fact, more feedback overall.

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