Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Entitled

Resilience cannot be taught through the base of a shiny, shallow spoon
It has to be forced down the gullet and earned like a callous
Hiding hard and hideous beneath ones shoe

What does my pale skin know about privilege and strength?
Cursed with diligence and bound by indifference,
A slave forever fashioned to fit their mold
A pound for the flesh but a shilling for your soul

Powerless and inferior to the monsters who call themselves gods
Whose babes were inbred and serpent like
Slithering silently through gardens of limitless pleasure
The reward for obedience, infinite treasure

Survival of the fattest whose pockets run deep
Blessed are we who are tender,
What good are the heavens, the kingdom, the glory
If we rarely reap seeds of our labor

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