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Silver trophy winner, YES!



With condescending eyes, you told me
my multipurpose hands weren't worth
the grating of my voice
or my tired imagery.

It seems my lies
weren't so beautifully foolproof;
not enough paint,
too many flaws,
and certainly too little submission.

And with my lack of graceful acceptance,
in your mind, I will darken
and fade,
a muted memory, obscured
by passing days and
a constant stream of lovers
who will never value you as I did,
never hold or kiss or soothe you, free of charge.

Regretfully belated--
but better late than never--
an epiphany on my part:
you were never so perfect
after all,
just human underneath,
and undeserving of worship.

So I toppled your pedestal
and burned your temple,
and replaced you
with myself.