BACK STABBING

I once thought I had a friend,
But then all that came to an end.
I then saw you as my foe,
Dear God, we had quite a row!

The exchange of the words were swift and strong.
Where did this friendship begin to go wrong?
Some things you said were just plain mean,
I could have prevented it if I could have seen.

Just the night before I dreamt of a little black snake,
I thought the superstition behind it was all a fake.
But if it was then how can it be,
That all around me “backstabbing” is all I see.

But I’ve got news for all of you,
I’m not going to explode by all you do,
This is a new me that you see,
And I will be all I want to be.

Brenda Ysaguirre
October 14, 2004