To J.K. Rowling,
I admired you,
I adored you,
From childhood
I aspired
To be you.
Now?
I couldn’t be madder
With you,
I couldn’t be sadder
At what you
Have become—
Or what you have been
All along.
Go ahead and laugh
From upon your golden throne
Where the pain of your words
Can’t reach you,
Where the trouble you cause
Can’t touch you.
I’ll just walk away
As your empire burns
And you play your fiddle,
Not a care in the world—
Someday the trail will blaze
Its way to your front door
And melt everything that’s gold.
My tears shed
For the promise
Your empire once held—
That is all,
And nothing more.
Bitterly Yours,
A Former Fan
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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This is a powerful poem, and very well written. I feel that we’re too easily put people to pedestals… and when we realise they are far from perfect, we abandon them, rather than teaching, educating, guiding…. When we reject people, we create divides. What she says is a reflection of her unhealed trauma… of her ancestral trauma… we all have this… we deny it… and pretend that ignorance and ‘badness’ is something outside of us… yet it’s not. It’s part of us. And the only way to heal ignorance is to lovingly teach. To help them see why they are wrong….the alternative is deepening divides and creating war between egos… Understanding is the only way to heal…. I have no idea why she holds the beliefs that she does, but that’s all they are. Beliefs. Thoughts she has Repeated to herself. Her beliefs are not her. They are her trauma. Anything that is not love is born from trauma🙏🕊️
I share many of your feelings here, Stephanie! Funnily enough, my mind was running on such themes just earlier this week. I've always felt that even before selling out to Warner, which was where J K truly went wrong, there were already some real missed opportunities. On my first read of Prisoner of Azkaban I remember throwing my hands up in dismay at the reset-button on Sirius's fugitive status, when that was the perfect time for a change in direction and Harry living with his stepfather in the wizarding world was just the way to go. When this was hinted at earlier in the book I just assumed it would happen, after the two preceding Dursley framing devices which had done everything you possibly could with those characters (they're implausibly mean to Harry, we get it)! So when I saw instead that that was going to stay a reset button too, I fairly groaned. And poor old undergraduate me, little guessing that was the very beginning of how far the series was to sink...!