Poem 1: Pride
Hello sir pride
How do you do ? I do well, thank you
How do you feel when people see through you ?
Are you humbled, flattered or rude ?
Honored when you get a nude ?
We've met countless times
Each contact seasoning, thyme
Do you bath in chambers filled with women ?
Or mock others, alongside men ?
Love and hate describe me to you
But you don't feel the first part, do you?
Angry birds sing my song
Broken words on my tongue
My river of tears you fill
My stubborn mind, you drill
Use me, hurt me, throw me away !
Do you feel better at the end of the day ?
You are crucial, but yet so wicked
Your heart of stone, I sadly bled
No mercy, no compassion
You make me hate passion
The fools I loved and the dubious friends I kept
Oh dear Pride, you owe me, debt
Shame on you, Shame on me
I should have known better, this my plea
I was born naked,wet and hungry
And so were you
So tell me, sir Pride
What does that make of you ?
-The Alpha Female