I've been eating
like a sultan
since I was two days old.
I had a mother
and three sisters
who worshipped me.
When I was two years old
they used to plop me
in a bed with a jillion
satin pillows
and spray me
with exotic perfumes
and lilac water,
and then
they would shoot me the grapes.
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