During one of my recent internet travels,
I came across a picture of a “minor”,
posing with tinted lips
and exposed breasts.
What got my eyes
pinned were the thousand number of likes
by virtually hooting “boys”
and comments by other group of “gentlemen”
telling her how to dress.
HUMILITY: I have been asked to repeat the word
too many times to recall what it means:
the man on the subway cat-called
and accused me of showing too much skin
but instead of fighting back, I smiled
because girls ought to be nice.
I have been taught to survive
by using my body as a swiss army knife,
and I convince myself that
there is protection in being polite.
H-U-M-I-I am forgetting the rest.
The smoke curled up from between his fingers
and he blew out toxic, blurring my vision.
I gasped and wheezed
but I held my sneeze,
I cannot slap him across his face. HUMILITY.
So, I just pretended to cough, hoping he’ll feel ashamed.
I have been trained to flutter my eyelash,
clench my jaw at a whiplash
and business school boys,
who manifest success by refusing to take “NO” for an answer.
And for every time his prying eyes
scan down by body,
as if rating my inexperienced assets on a scale of one to five,
and every time his touch trails a chill down my spine,
Male kindness is so alien to us; we confuse it with seduction every time.
HUMILITY: the quality of having a low view of one’s importance
but, I fail to understand
when did it become synonymous to diffidence;
there is a subtle difference between
papercuts and shattered integrity,
holding hands and chaining souls,
building houses and creating homes,
humiliation rotting down to bones and humility.
HUMILITY, have you spelled it too many times to know what it looks like?
Keep it honest, maintain it humble.
Let it show... From deep within...
Fabricate if you must, adorn with tassels.
First know the seed before you begin.
Let it sprout wings, in your cradle.
Let soar from emotions and thoughts akin.
Let honesty shine forth from the rubble,
Let humility speak in volumes of what we mean.
I wish I arrived at humility out of love,
minutes often I arrive at its doors
through the pain of humiliation.
My self righteous anger brought me
to this moment of the beauty of humility
as I cradle my bruised hand after punching a wall.
I am a human being that makes mistakes,
and the beauty of a spiritual life happens
through progress not perfection.
I am growing little by little,
and slowly breaking the cycle of violence
passed from my father, passed to him by his father...
I cannot spiritually grow alone and without help.
The beauty of humility is that I am not alone, and
I am neither the worst or the best. I am human.
There is something magical
in the whirring
of a midday laundromat.
A cessation of pride,
People all dressed in sweatpants
the air full of detergent smell
and the sound of coins clicking
against great tumblers
as they go round
The people smile back,
no use pretending superiority here.
Whistlers twitter on, folding towels and socks into neat, organized piles.
The children are well behaved,
their hands full of potato chips
given by their parents as a pittance for their patience.
The patient patrons
their empty hands crumpling receipts.
This, with the crunching of chips
and the distant whistle
over the percussion of clicking
in a dryer
compose an unintentional opera,
an ode to humility.
Humility's honorable honesty heals humanity's hubris.
Noisy trucks pass outside the floor-to-ceiling plate glass windows,
Where the hot air wreaks its violence
and men make their ways
| 1 |
Humility wrestled with my self-righteousness
and the former's humbled carcass lies on the sidewalk
with a cute Keith Haring chalk-line marking her place.
| 2 |
The ego of a sociopath is immune
to court-ordered psychotherapy because
they knows ten times as much as the incompetent shrink
is as to them transparent as Caspers' balls.
| 3 |
There is no nobility in humility.
True nobility unleashes us from that herd expectation
and tramples it as it climbs to higher spiritual ground.
(Suck it Nietzsche -- that's mine!)
| 4 |
The strongest mind weakens,
the brightest dims
but until mine does
I'll pay no heed to idiots
or people who buy Apple products.
| 5 |
Even a fool is right 1% of the time
and proves the best of us wrong.
That's fine by me.
I'll just play the odds.
| 6 |
If I wanted to be like the Dalai Lama
I'd get a job at a fortune cookie factory
mouthing off trite truisms all day.
(Yeah, but ain't dem bitchin' robes the bomb, yo'!)
| 7 |
I humbly admit I don't know shit.
I must confess others know even less.
So if I'm at bat I'll stand pat
and commit every bit
with what little shit I know,
Early in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose the former and have seen no reason to change. - Frank Lloyd Wright
To Pres. Kennedy when he was being presented with a gold medal for 'services to his country': I feel very humble, but I think I have the strength of character to fight it. ~ Bob Hope
It's discouraging to make a mistake, but it's humiliating when you find out you're so unimportant that nobody noticed it. ~ Chuck Daly
A modest man is usually admired, if people ever hear of him. ~ Edgar Watson Howe
Too much humility is pride. ~ German Proverb
Don't be humble, you're not that great. ~ Golda Meir
Nothing is more humiliating than to see idiots succeed in enterprises we have failed in. ~ Gustave Flaubert
Humility is like underwear; essential, but indecent if it shows. ~ Helen Nielsen
When you're as great as I am, it's hard to be humble. ~ Muhammad Ali
What the world needs is more geniuses with humility, there are so few of us left. ~ Oscar Levant
Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility. ~ St. Augustine
If I only had a little humility, I would be perfect. ~ Ted Turner