SATURDAY THOUGHTS: POETRY PROMPT

SUPERIOR 

Must you feel superior?

Is there a reason why?

Is there some painful, shameful tale

About which you must lie?

Is there some truth you’d rather hide

That’s hard for you to face?

What lurks in your disdainful past 

That you fight to replace

With whitewashed versions

Erased paragraphs 

Romantic fluff

Biased spins

Free of your sins

And quite damnable stuff?

Must you feel superior?

Is that the only way

That you can ease your troubled mind;

Look yourself in the face?

Perhaps, if you’d try honesty

And skip defensiveness 

Of things that have no just excuse

No hint of righteousness 

If you’d stop painting me

Your enemy

And look within

Or read a book

Or take a look

At your own origin

You’d not need to demonize me

Or find my every flaw

Or seek to hide my history 

Teach me your lessons, cruelly

Feel it’s your job to humble me

By spite, by force, or law

Must you feel superior?

What is it about me?

What triggers your insanity?

What is it that you see?

Am I the proof of every inhumane atrocity?

Am I a testament to your evil and savagery ?

Is it that we’re related?

We do share common surnames

Our history is intertwined 

Our ancestry’s the same

Is it that I’m still here;

Still thriving 

Although you and yours

Have tried in every twisted way

To drag me into yesterday 

Demand that I see things your way

And bow to you, once more?

Must you feel superior?

Could it be that you know

Each time you cheated, stole, and lied

Smirked, as others bled and died

Laughed, as those you bullied, cried

Still failed to make it so

That you were well regarded

Admired, or respected 

Your mediocrity still screamed

Your insecurity still beamed

Your arrogance still primped and preened 

Your ignorance, projected?

Must you feel superior?

Okay.

Fine.

Go ahead.

Get cozy with the evil thoughts 

Existing in your head

Tell yourself you’re better

Than "those people" over there

Let envy be your guide

Let haughtiness poison your air

Try to hijack God, himself

To co-sign your belief

Whatever helps you sleep at night

But you'll have no relief

Until you face the truth

Into sheer madness you'll descend

Nothing will ever be enough

'Til your expected end

And what will all remember most?

Your most pitiful state

A life spent needing to make enemies

And spewing hate

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