The Curse of Blessings

What good is my art
if instead of
empathy
sympathy
care and 
concern,
condescendence
vainglory and 
mockery
come forth of which?


Is my quest
to be
stronger
wiser
intellectually extravagant
justified
if my eyes
forsook looking up
and espoused the
delectability of looking down?


Is the by-product of
enlightenment
the disdain for 
both ignorance
and the ignorant?


Shouldn’t it instead
beget forgiveness
and understanding
despite that 
some people
are unforgiving
of your luminance
that improved
their blur
into shadows?


- (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant