The Grade


What they see as amiss
Is actually in their own eyes

For it is they who decide
That we do not make the grade

And we who no longer
Give them that right

We know where we succeed or fail
And the standards are none of their making

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 31, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Love the twist and taking of control of one’s own destiny of who we are and will be.

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  2. Amen. Turning that around is such a hugely important concept of self-awareness and learning to appreciate the self.

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  3. Ah, there are always the “theys” aren’t there?

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  4. “Judge not, that ye be not judged.”


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