Pride Poem by Quame Boatmann

Pride



I fear to be praised
For I will be raised
And pride will surface
Then, I’ll be sagged
I will fall with a great thud
And will shatter like glass plate
Into pieces like mosaic
And won’t be whole again
This will be my doom
When pride enters my room

Sunday, October 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
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