(Extracted from ‘I Dread Genie’)
I cannot be the beloved that you hope for love
For someone has to fulfill the curse that is me
Whenever I am impatient to become your beloved love
I remind myself of all the love that I was deprived of once
I don’t care in which form I receive it
Or who is the giver
As long as it's love of some sort
From the dark realm of no feelings I have emerged
Only to find that these feelings are not worth a name
The beloved’s contempt
Only makes the fire burn brighter
Don’t look down upon me oh sweet beloved
I might just conquer the world to prove you wrong
Nothing seems a challenge now
That I have felt your grating nerve
Why do you look beyond when this admirer is near
But how would you look beyond if I were not the mound
-Nami-baba
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