Humility

Ostentatiously he strutted,
trumpets singing, girls swarming at his very presence.
Floating on an air of narcissistic pride,
given that his face had the semblance of an aristocratic god;
his body muscled in every right way.
Perfect in the eyes of a society
that encourages such lordly flawlessness,
and ostracized the simple commoner;
pompously arrogant in his elitist status -
assured, composed, grandiloquent.

Quietly she shuffled,
flooding within, a plethora of dreams so beautiful and vivid,
talented fingers and a melodious voice,
a heart of charity, golden and pure.
Plain to see, thus, invisible to the world
she wanders in her own dazed nonexistence.
Happily content she is in herself,
an alien humility excluding her entrance into the trendy cliques;
and yet, quite indifferent to such elitist status -
assured, composed, imperfect.