How to be humble

Fri, 03/06/2015 - 20:57 -- Halow-Z

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Practically passive to this world, and by world I mean community... does this resinate to you?

A symphony of forgiveness to the blows prescribed so frequently, i'm turning black and blue... does this resinate to you?

Rooted, and level in the crookedness of this world, how cruel it is... does this resinate to you?

I was, the same as them, another leaf upon the stem of conciet, and boastfullness but fall came soon for me, and I fell, as I knew I was not the same. 

I look straight down my road, no peripheral for fame. I'd be ashamed if I changed even for a day, like them. looking to be appended right back upon that stem, not I. 

I have a greater purpose of design in mind. I keep quite in my victory... does that resinate to you? and if it does, you will always dangle from the stem, continually one of them. 

How to be humble: "fall." 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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