fake humility or the real thing…the stuff that dreams are made of

Fake humility is a lovely stranglehold. She’ll pull you onto the dance floor, whispering “you only want attention” and smile sweetly as she squeezes, straightjackets, silences, shames. Humility, the real thing,  grins and grooves to unforced rhythms, just giddy with the thrill of pouring out her heart like a box full of crayons She is…