107. Bruise

O showered by magnanimous
basking in loveliness

By and by was put in my place
judged by trite standards

O I exalted thy virtues
while reduced to worthless

Alas! ‘fraid goodness looks
subservient to the prejudice

Was warmness a pretence
only reserved for strangers

Bow and scrape are us
This fiefdom suffocates

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