The gentle ones get called
the worst of things
(of course they take it lightly),
and they know victory doesn’t lie
in how loud you can be, how proud
or how abrasive, how brutal.
Authenticity shouldn’t be an excuse
to inflict one’s insecurities
on the unsuspecting. No, the wise are still raw
when speaking in varied dulcet tones,
knowing how to reach people at their level,
how to win an argument without arguing
at all. Real strength goes undetected
most of the time, but humbleness is
underrated besides. Why take oneself
so seriously, when everything
is infinitely meaningful
and infinitely meaningless at once?
Gentleness is no mere trojan file,
but wild freedom to live
thoughtfully, and keep youthful, longer,
watching more than talking.
When did authenticity come to mean bravado
and pride in your tragic flaws?
Othello’s sorry, but most asses aren’t,
as an ass continues to be an ass —
glorifying assery, throwing ass parades.
I don’t have to be loud
to be heard. People will lean in
to hear a whisper, and remember it.
Maybe even treasure it.