I know the answer
It’s easy
He seems unsure
Why doesn’t he believe me?
Where is his sixth sense?
Know my competence
It’s easy
Is he dense?
My eyes are up here not down there
Where my hips appear
It’s easy
The answer sits between my lips
Flooding from my tongue
Still he doesn’t believe me
That’s fine
Hear him
Believe him
Trusting a man over someone with the Credentials everyone seeks
Notice he stands confident like a tree
We were both correct
Stolen credit I see
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Author:
carabear (
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- Category: Short story
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