Humbled

Maybe they should keep us poor

To keep us ‘humble’.

Not too poor that we lack food to eat and rise up in desperation

But poor enough to be grateful for our scraps

And silent in our sufferings.

Some of us choose to be meek

Because the world could not handle our confidence

And could not view our anger as anything but threatening

Our grievances as simply inconvenient. Or unfortunate.

Chronic injustice is a steady, constant drip

And can take a toll on the soul

Make the most cheerful among us cry ourselves to sleep,

And chip away at one’s confidence,

It’s a good thing the apostle Paul told us to “have no confidence in the flesh”

Because for those at the bottom,

There ain’t much flesh left.

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