Once upon a time,
Gentleness was a sign of strength
Not frailty of character, or codependency
But evidence of a person’s soul.
When did common courtesy and compassion
Become rewritten as weak boundaries?
Our world has become corrupted
If to be kind, is to be weak
And to be aggressive is to be strong.
What does this rejection of empathy
And praise for the rise of narcissism
Offer to humanity, but disorder?
Is the survival of the fittest so powerful
As to dominate over genuineness, integrity,
Teaching the rising generation to value entitlement
Over basic concepts of honor and reverence.
I am a gentle soul in a calloused world
Where love is seen as overbearing
And toughening up my gushy soul
Seems the only acceptable way to exist
Without becoming consumed whole.