I Know That Person

I know that person, my aunt said after she read my poem. I am related, she’s a cousin, she’s exactly like that! She is horrible, her ways are overbearing. She is arrogant. She is rude, despicable! I cannot believe how you captured her essence! I telephoned my mother the second she left my house. Remember how I was afraid to show Aunt Winnie that poem? I was shaking with anxiety for no reason. She did not recognize herself in the least.