Arrogance

I was in a heated conversation once
With someone who claimed to hold me dear to his heart
Claimed to hold me in high regard
Yet it’s funny ain’t it
How truth can be revealed through a tiny shard
Of proof
That maybe
He never really saw us as equals to start.

“Here’s your opportunity to explain to me.”

He says this assuming I wanted to be given that opportunity
And so I hold my phone
(Because of course, all of this was sent through
The mediocre medium of the BlackBerry messenger
Apparently I wasn’t even worth a phone call)

And so I hold my phone
And I stare at that line
Of text with burning eyes
That cannot believe that he believes he has the means
To grant me the right to speak.
Unbridled rage burned inside of me
As a million thoughts bubbled and seethed
Wanting only to shake these feelings of feeling like I’m treated
As an inferior.
A minion
Bowing to my king.

But we were supposed to be friends.
We were supposed to be friends.
Yet he says to me,

“Here’s your opportunity to explain to me.”

And I want to say back,

“Why thank you, Your Highness
For granting me this opportunity
To provide you with some clarity
Because I know you are busy
And probably find it bothersome
To listen to the likes of me.”

But I bit my tongue and said nothing.
How do you explain arrogance
To someone who embodies arrogance?

“Here’s your opportunity to explain to me.”

Words.
Just words.
But you see my dear friend,
The words that collide with the mind of your listener
Lets slip your story of how
You expect people to bow
And prove their worthiness to you.

Such cockiness disgusts me.
And I owe you no clarity.
So I will speak when it suits me.
Or maybe
I will choose not to speak to you at all.
Arrogance
Is a waste
Of my time.

So remember this:

“If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats those he considers his inferiors, not those he considers his equals.”