You hurt my feelings.
Boo hoo to me.
I snap like a turtle.
Boo hoo to you, too.
The names we assign to
Each other cut deep
Until egos are battered and
Totally bruised.
All this snipping and biting
Does no good for anyone,
Doesn’t resolve an iota of
truth.
It’s just a hold-over,
A constant reminder of
Stubborn resistance
Born out of youth.
Grownups know better
And reason should tell me
That inflated ego
Is my enemy.
Truth is much stronger, and
Right is the better half
Of the equation…
Better than me.
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