Held tight in pale honeyed soft warmth
the voice said in breathless gasps
'you are amazing'
I replied dreamily
'surely you've walked this way
more than a thousand thousand times,
walk the talk and talk the walk,
you must have said same before'

an even tighter clasp engulfed my being
and a still trembling tremor rippled soft mass
'No, no, no I swear, never ever like this,
no were near, nooo way, not even close
and I should know, this is amazing, absolutely amazing'
came the voice
all this while still a prisoner held in a warm padded cell
burning slowly and basted with molasses that trickle of me

but I can't lie to myself, I have heard this before
been here a lot of times
and have danced to this music before, like no one was watching
and indeed no one was watching, even now
I have been held in truly joyous captive, so many many times
in quiet reverie I ponder, why am I thus gifted

then I consider the shortcomings of others
that demeaning compensatory antics of the lessers
the inane hostility and the bile of their inadequacies
the compulsion to destroy and deface that, that haunts them
that painful envy and jealousy that plagues the smalls
their need to attack, a defensive mechanism for the inferior
I rest in benign grace and remember countless voices
who have cried
'you are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing'

haters do what haters do because they are not amazing!
'