To B.

Well versed from birth with words by tongues decieving
higher status, higher earnings equal higher states of being
We're united by this silent, lonely goal... it binds us
but within this potent motive is an enzyme that divides us

A desired kind of virtue... as scarce as is essential
a coveted enlightenment that defines ones true potential
You possess in solidarity this commodity... this rarity
disparaged by majorities for they lust to spawn such qualities

You threaten their position inside circles they are within
perturbed by your existence the primal urge in them has risen
Blinded by their instincts... the core of savage ways
no more than rabid delinquents... the pecking order is in play

They have no other choice but to pull you down below them
they have no other use but a stepping stool... a podium
They don't have what inspires me... they lack the blooming petals
they don't have what it takes.... and that's what makes you special