My pride is
my weapon that kills me and shields me.
In shaky moments
it pulls me together,
In embarrassing
moments it destroys me.
For the days
I have seen, my pride is my need.
Even for the
purest of love I cant make it leave.
Is it
holding me back or pushing me further?
Is it
patting my back or tapping my shoulder?
How can I give
up, that I have so dearly nurtured?
To save me
from the people and their unreasonable culture.
Its like my
mother who raised me quietly.
Love me with
it or leave me with it,
But don’t take
it away and leaving me with me.
