Always. Always a story.

You, there Madam,

With the head of silver.

Is that a crown of wisdom?

Or do you dye it that way

As to be perceived

As wise?

Because I wonder,

Why does everything have to be a problem?

And why does complaining have to be

Your native tongue?

I do not believe you spilled from

Your mother’s womb

Radiating negativity.

I sit and wonder

What immense pain

Has made you this way.

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