January 17, 2009
It’s a need nay Desire
To be better than she.
The new
The loved
The repulsing

I yearn with everything in me.
To be the better one
The smarter
The wiser
The more respected

Time dwelled
And realization became clear
I am less than she
The grounded heart
For I sit here only to be better
Than the winner of the prize

The ache became more dominant
And the tears more profound
I the First of Daughters
Now hang in lost not found.

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