The Object of Envy is Still Objectified

She was amazing beautiful;
And so, it seemed to me
That life came easily to her
A cinch – simplicity –

She could attract most anyone
If that was in her mind;
Got into any nightclub, even
With the longest line

I saw that others envied her;
I think I did, as well –
And she seemed quite aware of this
As best as I could tell

For she was liked and hated, both
By those who’d simply view her;
But wanted, once, to be admired
By one who really
Knew her

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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