More than a decade ago
I wrote to my inner circle
that they are a blessing to me and everyone who knows them
A cheese I rolled long enough
To believe it was originally mine
But ownership over an expression of a sincere feeling
Like gratitude is not worth
Conceitedly contradicting
The intention of one
Who can only afford words
Imagine my cringe when I heard
Some narcissistic pledge
That they’ll continue to serve
As a blessing in their community
danDAman 