Humanity

Why do we not teach the young
how to explore pain?
We all endure these twists of fate,
yet we paint them with disdain.

For a species that defines itself
as supposedly superior,
our tolerance for feeling things
is so intolerably frail.
We have no time for the one reason
all else was deemed, ‘inferior.’

The pride we give to our emotions
rivals diplomas on a wall.
We think it shows that we are able
but if we truly were,
would we need to tell the world,
to flaunt that fact at all?