H-ow to swallow your pride

its not as hard as you think.
it doesn't go down rough, or leave a bitter after-taste.
most times when you devour it, you know you really want to.
it's just your way of saving face for everyone else.
pride is what you have to be proud of.

this week, I found myself preparing for a feast.
at least that's what I told myself.
I baked a very [humble] sweet potatoe pie.
Mashed [hard feelings] potatoes--which cradled [genuinely] good gravy.
the night before, I froze this [unforgiving] chicken breast, and had been letting it thaw out all week.
once it feels the warmth of the oven's [open door], i'm sure it's heart will start to beat.
I hope my [emotional] eggplant comes across, i mean out right.
It was my first time making it. Or at least [making it right].
This is turning into a colorful arrangement of sorts.
I don't mind tho, I like everything that I'm having.
It's only right that it's all there, or else the Restoration Remedy will be null & void.

I ate every last bit, and it tasted pretty good.
More-so than what it did for my pallet, I liked what it did for my body. My mind. My Soul.
It made me feel better from the inside out.
I had just enough, never too much.
There was no idegestion, heartburn, or upset stomach.
It was just what I needed.
I won't be so afraid to try it next time.

Everybody can't pull it off you know.
Some People just have to much Pride.
I use to hang with Everybody and Some People.
I'm on my way to outgrowing them though.

Being Proud of me is worth more than losing me to Pride.