Do not mock me as you hand me your perfunctory nod.
This spotlight I'm in has no fame.
I am in the light.
It is obvious that not all light is righteous.
I am trapped by the prison of quarantines.
Placing me at the centre.
You bully me with your hostility.
I am your Aunt Sally, your easy mark.
Your missiles hit me right in the bullseye
As you climb your ladder of success.
But, know I am collecting it all and when I stand tall.
Your character flawed must fall at the mercy of my
Resilient Bellowing.
By Shaheen Klaaste
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
Do not mock me as you hand me your perfunctory nod.
This spotlight I'm in has no fame.
I am in the light.
It is obvious that not all light is righteous.
I am trapped by the prison of quarantines.
Placing me at the centre.
You bully me with your hostility.
I am your Aunt Sally, your easy mark.
Your missiles hit me right in the bullseye
As you climb your ladder of success.
But, know I am collecting it all and when I stand tall.
Your character flawed must fall at the mercy of my
Resilient Bellowing.
By Shaheen Klaaste
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