That old wisdom possessed by those
that had lived a thousand years before me
and who still inhabited the present was
all she spoke of
It gave me life and filled my head
with thoughts of a king,
adorning the mere conversation of my
mental status with rubies and jewels.
She told me that I was worth something,
that we all were,
That my simple smile was more pricey than oil
and my attention not to be purchased.
I believed her words more than I did the ground
I stood upon.
I felt invaluable and fearless,
conducting myself in a manner worthy of her
statements.
But then I compromised my beliefs
As I grew older I realized that her sayings were
not tangible,
that they would never walk out of her mouth and
manifest themselves into something I could touch.
I’d never feel the heat radiating off of their bodies nor
could I ever feel the pressure from the weight of their
importance.
Thus I ran with the rats and mice as we all clung to
the dirt of what we considered reality
I had all but forgotten her words as I mixed together
with everyone else in this cesspool we call life
Her golden remarks were only remembered in the deepest
depths of my depravity:
“Okay now boy, I’m only gonna say this to you once, you      knows I hate repeating myself.                                               In this world boy, you have one option you hear? You either live like a king boy, or die as a thief. Now you go on and marinate on that while I cook this chicken.”