Shot Down

I wrote a poem in English class today. My teacher told me that is was bad. It was supposed to be in the style of Dickinson and that is why she said it was bad. Here is the poem.

Hope

Hope came knocking on my door

 begging to come in

Hope! I said politely

raising my butt chin

You have no business here, I said

for I am not a sucker

I slammed the door abruptly

with a sour pucker

It is a pretty horrible poem. The rhyming is pathetic and there is no flow. But I was proud of it at the time so her ruthless critique stung my fragile creative spirit and I was in a bad mood the rest of class. I am over it now though.