Misconception of Conceit

By Chanel Anna Hausner

It is not for one,

And neither for all.

In his world of conceit and what he’s won,

It’s about how he will never fall.

Take my piece of cake,

He will not.

He refuses all I’ve had and made,

I tender him no juggernaut.

So I place the cake down,

Amidst his pile of literature in peace.

“Accept what is my own.”

“No, that’s impossible, Clarisse.”

Damn him, damn his conceit,

Damn his thoughts of superiority.

“You know I am better than you think.”

“That is why, before you, I am weak.”

So he likes my cake,

He cares for all.

It is not the cake he discriminates,

But that, before me, he falls.