Pride

Monday, October 8, 2018 - 12:27am

Like a lioness

Shielding her cub

With the length

Of her limb,

 

I shield them

 

They are one of mine—

Beaten and battered,

Weary and wilting—

I protect them

 

Do not confuse me

For the “pitiers”

Those who pride themselves

On stooping down

To help us, guide us

 

All the while,

Seeing us as their retribution,

Their ticket to heaven

 

I am not of them

 

Though

For the longest time, I wanted to be

Like them,

To be able

To be like them

 

I didn’t want my

Holy ticket

I just wanted to

Know

How it felt

 

How it felt

To help someone

“beneath” you

 

How it felt

To be the rescuers

 

How it felt

To save

Instead of being saved

 

But I have given up

Nonetheless

 

Yet

I try

I try to protect

My cubs

We have all

Gone hungry—

Gone hungry

To the point

Where death was

Preferable