Your Mind’s Betrayal
You did not know me today.
It felt like the ultimate betrayal.
I called you Granny,
And you panicked,
Then I panicked.
In my excitement, I misspoke,
Forgot the rules,
Confused you more.
You did not hug me,
Brushed past me like I was a stranger.
I discovered I could hate a disease.
How much more could it take?
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I know this betrayal & hate this disease with you. Well said.
Very well-rendered poem. Solidarity.