A Karen
Who is Karen?
Or what is she to cheer?
Is she a mother, or a friend, or a whisper in the wind?
She is the realtor ,the banker,
In the courtroom as a thinker.
She is the teacher, that cares, the politician, that fares .
The voice the hurts my ears.
The terror that brings us to tears.
The electricity that flows through the chair..
Question her if you dare.
These cold but, hard stares
For these are the truths that I share….
For the world is a product of the insecurities that she
wears….
Marriages to flames ,in exchange for her fame, shallow as a feather, yet we are to blame.
For the world she has shamed.
The false mother has come, the devil in a dress , yet hero to some….
Swift as it will come, we will not see, for she is the nectar that poisoned the tree…
Copyright © Thelast Don | Year Posted 2024
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