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  • Writer's pictureCatherine L. Haws

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Elenor Roosevelt

Imagine a prim-nosed,



Barking insults

Intended to injure

And poke a hole

In your soul.

It stings.

It reminds you

Of all the others

Who poked before

And walked out the door

And left you to melt

In a pile on the floor.


This time, just


You smile

Like you’ve heard it all

Before, and this Karen

Has old news

Which doesn’t help

The squinty eyes,

And you surprise

With your smile

- she hasn’t seen one

In a while -

And this time

It is You who walks away

Enjoying the exercise.


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