PrIde

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.