Cynthia Zhang
Written December 12, 2012
I was reading a professional guidance book and learned how there is always someone smarter in the field. I believe this and always admire those humble scholars who have excelled in the field. Some of my "poems" are sunny while others are dark as what life has always provided us. I always look up to the sunny side while try to understand the dark side as they two together constitute life (what adds to the confusion is that life is often gray). As I have found out, when I dub someone else "the less..." (you can fill in the blank), it most definitely will turn out that I am "the less..." Life has its own way of unfolding...
Jealousy
Her name is
mediocre.
She excels
in one thing:
She never
forgets her mirror.
She confuses
all the concepts and theories.
She never
knows people are
All over the
world,
Poor but
sincere.
Her brand is
leader.
She led all
the crowd scenes,
Knowing no
one could ever
See through
what was behind:
A knife to
cut off
ANY edges!
Oh, you
know,
She does not
have time
Other than
that for a group:
Group study,
group discussion,
Solidarity!
Well, you
have to admit,
She is
talented.
She has no
enemy other than
Herself
And her best
friend:
A piece of
sour chocolate with
Plenty of
sugar.
But she does
have enough
Time and
brain
To know who
truly
Invades her
turf:
That enemy
from nowhere.
That enemy
who pretends
He only has
time for himself
But not her
party.
She
organizes all parties!
She takes
lead in all
Avant-guard
blendings!
She knows so
well
What those
book worms
Would say
about her.
And you
think she cares?
Let the
gossip fly!
Let the
breaking-ins strike!
Let the
senior lunatics have sex!
She could
find a piece from
Her look new
books
To entitle
all those.
You think
her tricks will die
One day?
Think again.
Jealousy,
Her name is
mediocre.
Her road is
in the middle.
