Wisdom
life is what you choose to see
and who you sometimes choose to be
what you thought
was never true
I never showed myself to you
I let you think that you knew
but all along
I was playing you
shelter, food, money, a child
kept you there, thought you were wise
a little praise, a little time, begging for sex
yes rescuing me
that was the receipe that worked
until you walked through the other side of blind
devotion
to find ashes
lies
and
poverty.
and a woman who loved you.
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