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