My One Gift

My One Gift

A Poem by One Compassionate Soul

your self assessed right to supremacy is repugnant
your vile toxin noxious
the garbage that falls from your face putrid

you deem yourself superior
you posess no obvious external flaws
you carry no target for the arsenal of arrows your peers carry,
no blight worthy of snickering
no imperfection worth pointing and laughter

Oh fortunate you,
you might be a better person if you did have obvious blemish
cause for the vile vomit you so readily spew
the cancer of imperfection

maybe then you would posses compassion for the common man
empathy for the less visally "gifted"
ones possessing no self-confidence
then you might have the true gift of seeing ones heart before pointing at their flaws
of recognizing true, lasting beauty
one that does not melt as time passes
one not subject to times cruel affliction of sagging skin, wrinkles and unwanted weight gain

you say you don't care for the cliques, the cruelty of other girls
yet you don't see the verbal vomit you yourself spew
but I do...
you see I have had the misfortune of being close enough to wear your vomits filthy foam
to hear your cruel laughter at passers by
whom I know too well would rather shrink to nothing than be subject to your kind

what you don't see is that we each posses beauty
some more enduring than others
the beauty of a sweet spirit
a gifted mind
an artistic vision
a heart of compassionate

my hope for you
is that some day
preferably sooner than later
you ralize how faulty your self-assessed supremacy
that you too have flaws, faults and imperfections

maybe then you will allow yourself to look deeper
and be a vessel of hope and healing,
to appreciate an authentic, lasting beauty of soul, spirit, mind and heart

if I could give you one thing in life it would be a gift of healing.
I would search out and expelled the cancer of a critical spirit.
I would heal your mind of faulty thinking
and execute your attitude of self-importance
I would impart the gift of 20/20 vision
one that clears away your horses blinders and allows you to absorb and appreciate  real, lasting beauty 

that would be my one gift!

© 2014 One Compassionate Soul


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Thanks Al, your exactly right. It is written from a very knee jerk, repulsed perspective... Intentionally NOT delicate or refined.

Posted 9 Years Ago


One Compassionate Soul

9 Years Ago

As an aside, this morning my grand child's 14 year old classmate committed suicide, he was a victim .. read more
I like the topic, and identify with it. Your emotions are crude and are expressed in such way. Not exactly my cup of tea. Tyanks for submitting.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on September 25, 2014
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Tags: Mean Girls, conceit, superior, bully, cruel, high school