Shade – an improvised poem

Shade
Not the kind we find
The sort we throw

Do we throw it up?
Or do we throw shade down?
What goes up must come down 
So perhaps it doesn’t matter 

We throw shade at politicians,
Entertainers, celebrities,
Family members, and maybe even 

At friends 

We throw it for spite,
Out of jealousy,
Or to get back at someone 

The shade we throw
Is supposed to make us
Feel better 

But I’ve found that I can
Guarantee:
For each shade thrown
I get a mirror full
Of it
Thrown back
At me

~ Spontaneously (improvised, unedited) created by Stan Stewart
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