I’m always full of envy
When it comes to people like her,
Carrying inside her head
Talent I wish I had,
The way I used to envy
Kids with bicycles,
I could not get,
And when I did,
Struggled to ride,
These natural talents
I have to sweat over
To get,
Trotting along,
Falling over my own feet,
She coming out of nowhere
To fill that space in my mind
People I’ve envied before,
Like those great writers
At college
With whom I could
Never compete,
She seeming to do
What she does
So effortlessly,
A powerful presence
Seated across the table
From me,
Disturbing,
Raw talent
That intimidates me
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