Artichokes like Comets
An Ode to Pride
Oh, be it!
Punish me for having walked around this world,
with my head held high,
my belly sucked in.
Oh, be it!
Be done with it, I say.
Because you mistake my pride for arrogance.
Ah, yes!
Pride.
Are we too afraid to admit our achievements
with a brass enamel smile
and delicate red jewels?
I am who I am and I’m proud
and rich with warmth and jolly.
Oh, be it!
Walk tall, speak with meaning
Listen to the world around you.
Dress for the night’s welcoming rewards
and love like two peacocks
as the sun is rising.
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