You told me that it was the last sip,
That last sip from the wonder tea that would determine what I was made of.
Whether star stuff or just plain dust.
So today I finally drank it.
Took the courage and swallowed that cup slower and slower
Knowing the step that was coming.
The burning, nasal clearing, jolt across the back of the head
That you said would come.
That would determine me great or mundane.
And I drank it,
But it wasn’t too spicy.
It wasn’t too much of a kick for me.
I guess I knew I was great all along.
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