status is a leash
that enslaves
polished
praised
clipped on so gently
you mistake it for belonging
it trains you to heel
to look where you’re told
to crave the hand that feeds
humility is ownership
not bowing
not shrinking
but unhooking
it owns its time
its hunger
its silence
status needs eyes
needs witnesses
needs you visible and manageable
humility needs none
status makes you legible
trackable
replaceable
humility makes you sovereign
status enslaves with applause
humility frees without permission
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