I HATE YOU. Oh, how I do.
I do my best never to hate because it’s not worth it,
But for you I’ve made an exception.
Do you not know that I’m talking to you?
Looking over your shoulder like there’s a third person in the room
“Me?” you ask
Hell yes!
You with the perfect smile, the perfect hair, the perfect body
You who sits upright at all times, always crosses her legs, never slouches
You who never forgets or procrastinates
You whose space is always tidy, who returns everything to their appropriate places
You the straight-A student, always doing the right things at the right times
You with the perfect wants, hopes and dreams
You always home in time, never ever late to anything
You with perfect dress sense, perfect make-up, always the lady
Oh yes, always the perfect lady, that’s you…
…with all your lady friends…yes, they’re perfect too
You with the perfect perfect
You who they always compare me to
You make me feel small
And for that I HATE YOU.
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
HATE
Friday, 8 June 2007
Ordinary Day
Today…an ordinary day…but I thank God for the so called normal and ordinary days because somewhere out there, someone has had a not-so-normal say, or even a bad day – have lost loved ones, been given disheartening diagnoses, lost loved ones; or other disasters of varying intensities…
Today…an ordinary day…for that I’m grateful…
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