I
He saw her face
And joined the race
He saw his pace
And reviewed his case
He screamed! He screamed!
II
He picked his ego
Scrubbed and scrubbed
But the hurt dirt won’t leave it
He cried and cried
And cursed and cursed
III
Someone must pay
And it must be her
Who shunned him
And so it was
That she became his mouth rubbish
That was left at the market
Smart rats are always the most insulted
Poor her
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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6 replies on “BRUISED EGO”
So very true. Wounded pride is a dangerous thing when retribution is sought.
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Exactly dear Tina.
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No one can predict the way love plays. Even how it will end . My ego has been lost so many times . That what’s ever was left is in the lost and found
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Sorry, bruised egos if utilised well brings determination. Peace, Sheldon.
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“his mouth rubbish that was left at the market” Cecilia…you have a unique voice.
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Thank you very much mentor. Blessings.
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