Her Halo Poem by Thao Anh Nguyen

Her, it's her
The halo rested atop her head
With her magnetic aura, her wits and skill
She has earned it, I must admit
And thus she's adored by many
They all flock to her bestowing self
Halos they have too
But hers radiates a precious glow

They all admire her speeches
Every word laced with drollness or knowledge
Just look at her, she's just perfect
Do they not care for the shadow she casts behind?
I watch the light that is radiated in front
Dear God, I pray someone take her place

She's horrid, she must be!
With her veil of superiority
I bet she has no need for the mere inferior
Why would she, her existence like that of a goddess?
The perfection she has sculpted brings me dread
Yet a monster she is not
I'm just a sinner and I speak ill

Oh to the Heavens I ask
I plead and I beg
Why must I be so undeserving of a halo?