Ego
Like
a trophy you stood still
Spreading
ego as you climbed high
Expecting
deserving moment to take pride
Looking
as though the world should should stumble
Tilting
your head to look through the skies
Carrying
in plenty all that remain of honor but uncurt
Thinking
you have the ultimate prize
Showing
off your begotten self
Spreading
your gown down below
Covering
your inner side, one that is
kept
secret
Glowing
each day on the outside
Suppressing
the pages that follow and
truly
defines you
Misleading
many with a fake worth
Preferring
to hold unto your untrue self
Freezing
underneath your gown
But
dancing on the surface
Blocking
every one who tries to see
Loudly
pitching them against truth
With
a heavy wave of digression
You
sprinkle before them a nasty smell
Sending
each one on a parking lot
Making
for yourself a borrowed stage.
Isioma Jemimah Okonicha writes fictional stories, non-fictions and poems.
Several of her works are published online and in print.
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