The potential of man is so grand a phrase

 I see images of Ubermensch ascending from caves

We all have potential it is just to say so

But men are not flawless no matter the ego

You are not unique, no perfect snowflake

Just a statue, a hollow man, a gross fake

Take heart dear brothers for this is no tragedy

 When you overcome yourself you overcome an army

When uniqueness is assumed it is tarnished

 Not equal, nor perfect are men truly created

It takes a great will to overcome through ambition

Recognizing and accepting his flaws with vision

It is better to overcome your flaws than deny them

To reforge yourself as more than a flawed gem

Therefore man is something to be overcome

It is easy, it feels good when you succumb

But man should not simply discount his suffering

And spend his time mewling, wretched, and fawning

(I would put this in the comment section, but I am fairly sure that no one would see it then)

I would like to take the time explain the meaning of this poem (it is rather easy to take to the extreme). First, this is NOT meant to simply insult people; rather, it is meant to address what I see as a problem with the thoughts of people who, when marginalized, reactively believe that people are fundmentally perfect (thereby making thier marginlizer's lesser)  in order to regain self -worth. Unfortunately this belief has characterized western thought since Aristotle's ultimately unchanging human. Morally, this thought process is unsound (it really took off morally after the advent of democracy, though it had nominally formed parts of christian thought before then). This reaction encourages people to stop progressing as individuals, keeping them from truly self-actualizing. The desire to be seen as perfect rather than improve oneself, leads to stagnation or stasis, fundamentally involving lack of change. Furthermore, this mindset limits creativity by limiting the experience which can be drawn emotionally and the criticism needed in order to mature. The desire to hurt no one, to annoy no one usually comes from a deep seated fear of being hurt in return. Therefore, even mediocre work can be hailed as genius simply by arguing that it is culturally relative or by posing the question “who are you to judge?” Such hypersensitivity is in no way healthy, usually it indicates feelings of inferiority. In addition, it addresses the general trend toward hedonism (in the pleasure-seeking discount of all pain as with Arostippus, Epicurus, and the nature of quite a lot of Christian philosophy, rather than the connotations of sexual pleasure present today). Without knowing suffering man limits his experiences by placing pleasurable experiences as the sole thing of value. Much is learned through suffering and overcoming the torment, rather than simply abstaining from or denying it. Were this done, an essential part of life would be denied, that is, emotional and psychological evolution (not in the Darwinian sense). Much of the poem contains allusions to the philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche, using some of his philosophical ideas and concepts (as well as paraphrasing Siddhartha Gautama) due to their close ties to the poem’s theme. The reason that I always used the masculine pronouns and addresses was not out of misogyny, but out of intent (personally, man sounds better than people, person, human etc). In many cases I write addressing myself in order to try to bounce ideas off of myself. If you were wondering why this poem pertains to the flawless slam, specifically the part of me which is awesome, than I must defend myself with vigor. It is subtle, but in the sense that most people writing poetry build monuments to their ego, I must admit this as one; furthermore, this could be seen as me recognizing myself as worthy of admiration by acknowledging my flaws and the crucial part that they have played in shaping me as an individual.