Rivalry
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I am a spicy fabric!
I do not stick to the skin
I do not sweat
And who are you to say I am a ditz to
be amazed at life’s simple pleasures?
You always like to rain on my parade
The poisonous betrayal of a scorned heart
Or a fictitious ideal
Maybe the idea of loyal intervenes
But the rivalry is apparent
With the thickness as a thunder cloud
Relationships built on contempt
November 26, 1997
A daughter is born
To a family of four
Immediately thrust into a competition with the first born
Who she soon learned to abhor.