Poem By Kendzi Samuel
I could scream your name atop the tower,
And throw down my gauntlet at your foot.
But would rather
Have you envision I cower,
All the while
Silent as an owl, refrain even hoot.
You could curse, spit my face, and slap
Hell, I'd even turn the other cheek.
Your drunken friend cry praises and clap,
I, on my part, remain ever meek.
The force with which burst forth a dam,
Equals that which would it withhold.
But the gush fades, after causing harm,
Along with the applause of being hailed 'bold'.
So merry on forth, and me despise.
Harden your heart as the medal placed o'er it.
Wave and smile as your praise cries,
Raise your glass to your foe's defeat.
In lovely things I rather take pride
A flower from my daughter,
A kiss from the other,
Smiling into the eyes of my beautiful bride,
And desires my heart nothing further.
My pride is silent, my ego mute.
Don't you think tis better that way?
Don't let glory flames scar your heart brute,
It would burn to ashes and fade to grey.