Humble etc..

Learned the word humble long after the meaning was lost.
Just another product of tax payer exhaustion.
It hurts when referred to as perfect by the person that hurt you the most.
But ima keep it humble

Lost in soul searchin,
convinced to close curtains,
a bird determined to cure me
Flew through the curtains with fury
I pray someday I learn the univervasal way to say God
Til then im gonna keep it humble

Tears of relief from a numb soul,
Shown the brightest of light
Somehow turns out only sharpens the knife
Sixth sense to sick sentences to make sense of senselessness and somehow explain how important it is to keep it humble.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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