Pride

Pride.

Not a part of my life.

Not in my vocabulary.

I wasn’t allowed to feel any of it.

That makes me sad.

It was stolen away before I even knew it existed.

I only felt shame.

I knew that everyone must be able to see it.

I played clarinet in the band.

Not a worthy accomplishment.

I had no friends.

I must have worn my heart on my sleeve.

Pride,

No pride.

~ van ~

2 thoughts on “Pride

  1. Well said. “Pride, no pride,” I like that. Pride is actually the flip side of shame so when we wound children it’s really awful because we’re handing them shame that doesn’t even belong to them and as kids we haven’t got any way to protect ourselves psychologically.

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