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Slave to Pride

A two part poem.

By Brooklyn BellaPublished 3 months ago Updated 3 months ago 2 min read

Part I – The Chains

You built your throne out of silence,

and crowned it peace.

But peace don’t hurt like this

peace don’t bleed.

You love control more than connection,

your pride’s your true obsession.

Every time I reached for truth,

you hid behind deflection.

You bow to your ego,

call it strength, call it drive

but you can’t build love

while your soul’s barely alive.

I gave you grace,

you gave me distance.

I gave you patience,

you gave resistance.

You call me emotional

yeah, I am.

But at least I feel,

at least I stand.

You worship pride like it’s holy ground,

but it’s just chains

that keep you bound.

A slave to pride,

that’s what you’ve become

thinking you’re winning

while your heart goes numb.

And me?

I’m done kneeling for your lesson.

Done mistaking pain for connection.

I’m walking out

not out of spite,

but out of the dark

and into my light.

You can keep your crown,

I’ll keep my peace.

You’ll stay a slave to pride

I’ll finally be free.

Part II – The Freedom

You built your walls like a fortress,

thinking love was war.

But baby, I was never your enemy

I was the peace you were fighting for.

You wore pride like armor,

polished and cold.

But I’ve learned

some hearts shine brightest

after they’ve been told “no.”

You love control,

but I love freedom.

You crave power,

but I breathe kingdom.

You called me emotional,

called me weak.

But it takes a goddess

to love a man too scared to speak.

I gave you warmth

and you called it fire.

I gave you truth,

and you dressed it in denial.

You bowed to your ego

while I danced with grace.

You tried to dim my glow

but I lit up the space.

Now look

you’re still a slave to pride,

locked in your cage of “I’m fine.”

And me?

I’m divine.

I rise in silk and softness,

in thunder and bloom.

No longer shrinking

to make you feel room.

You mistook my surrender for loss

but baby, this is rebirth.

I left your shadow for the sun

and remembered my worth.

So stay chained to your silence,

your kingdom of lies.

I’m the woman you couldn’t keep

the one who learned to fly.

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About the Creator

Brooklyn Bella

Writer and dreamer weaving poems of love, grief and growth. My work blends resilience with magic, creating whimsical, anime inspired visions that center Black voices. <3

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