My large beauty
My ethnic birth
Female I am
All mocked cruelly
In brutal words
Spoken so quick
The flip remark
Said upon lark
Really did hurt
And did begin
A vicious rend
Upon my soul
My poise shaken
I’d never think
Because of you
The shot fired
By friendly hand
Hurting much more
Than the exact
Same something by
Strangers that pass
That you’re clueless
To meanings dealt
Under the joke
Give scant solace
To feelings hurt
Deeply in me
Steps to repair
The friendship torn
Begun by you
Yet to forgive
Then forget this
Really is hard
Where to begin
In healing such
Haven’t a clue
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Today’s form? A Novem
Raivenne-lations 
Ouch. Wish I could say I haven’t been there. You know we think you are Fabulous Supreme A Go-go.
😀 😀 😀 😀
“Supreme A Go-go”? LOL! I love it! Thanks Q!
No no no. FABULOUS Supreme A Go-go.
Very specifically. 🙂
Yes ma’am!
Thanks for sharing your poem ~ enjoyed!
Thank you Shamslayer!
Powerful words Rai Venne I know that feeling – the closer they are, the more they can hurt. I hope I have not been guilty of causing the pain for others. It was unintentional if done.
This really resonates. I’m with Q as far as how I think of you: unutterably FABULOUS Supreme A Go-go. No question.