A mask
of brute testosterone
is worn
tight.
But,
I know
they are
deeply
insecure.
And
with every abuse,
both physical
and verbal,
they drag
themselves
lower.
The worse
they are,
the worse
their lives
become.
I used to want to
snap
their necks
every time
I heard of their
abuse.
There's no use.
Fighting fire
with fire
resolves
nothing.
Now,
I've learned
to have faith
in karma.
So much so,
a smile
gently
and calmly
rises
inside me.
The worse
they are,
the worse
their lives.
Perfect.
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