I laugh at your avatars
all the drama you create to project
your non-existent persona
your smallness wants to walk back
into the shell, unable to keep up
with the pretence
your sword is no match
for my sophisticated armour
powerful, protective networks
But…
your lenses
unable to contain
piercing truth
magnify your inner flame
the mirror in your hand
stops me in my tracks
Impostor that I am…
I retrace my steps

This is deep, Reena. Great food for thought.
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Thanks for resonating with it!
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Thanks for writing it! 🙂
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🙂
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Wow! Superb piece, Reena!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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Reena, this poem is amazing! I love how it ends! 🩷🌷🌺
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Thank you for the encouragement, Kymber!
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Wow! Excellent take Reena. Love the twist at the end.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re very welcome ☺️
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Nice poem🍿🍿
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Thank you, Satyam!
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😍😍
your smallness wants to walk back
into the shell, unable to keep up
with the pretence
Such great lines, and the over all poem is powerful!
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Thank you so much!
The tiny figure in the foreground is AI’s imagination. I did not instruct that in the prompt. But it got me somewhere with that line.
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It certainly did ❤️ And it gave so many interpretations of the prompt image ☺️
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Beautiful poem, powerful words.
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Thanks so much!
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You’re most welcome.
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Awesome poem Reena! Well done! ❤
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Thank you so much!
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