Talent

Sometimes people have the nerve

To call me 'talented'

And it really pisses me off

 

Talent does not exist

It is a word invented by the untalented

Because they don't understand hard work

 

Skills are earned

With blood and sweat;

No one is born with them

 

The talented are practiced

The untalented are lazy

It's as simple as that

 

Stop blaming fate for your shortcomings

And stop calling me 'talented'

As if I'm the recipient of some natural advantage

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