Poem by Tina Sena
Some are not worthy,
though they refract it on you,
with a wave you get pulled
toward a feeling of self rue.
They act like the sultan,
on the thrown, gilt in gold,
but your mother said say nothing,
if nothing nice, and so you hold
your ultimate attack.
but someday when they're
you'll get your comeback.
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