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.
The crown of my unrighteousness pierced Thy skull,
And drops of blood flowed into the veins of Thy brain,
Quite often I please the ruler of the flesh,
But all my ways ripped the heart of the Redeemer.
Thou wert stripped when I am shrouded with iniquities,
Thou wert spit when I choose the fleshly acts,
Thou wert scorned for my fruitless words,
My sins of pleasure nailed Thy palms on the Cross.
Intermittently I let the spirit of evil into my soul,
And how often Thou wert lashed by filthy transactions,
Thou wert kicked with the filth of my boot,
With my heart of pride Thou wert slapped.
Thou hast created me and all within;
Yet Thy Love for Thine made the Way with Thy humility.
Suffering is a part of our earthly existence.
It was also a part of the lives of all the prophets too. Yet they retained their humility and ability to love and forgive those who persecuted them; and their ability to not condemn their persecutors or fight with their persecutors. We need to remember this when our ego starts to take over our thoughts and actions.
Even if you don't believe in God, you can still recognise from the lives of people such as Mohammed, Moses, Jesus, John the Baptist.....that mortals are capable of great feats of humility, love and forgiveness.
Find it within yourself to strengthen and practice these attributes.
Since They could, I can.