Superiority Complex

The high ceiling, state of the art meeting room, catered with chicken salad sandwiches and coffee
a place that Americans came to ruminate about Solving the World’s Problems
hosted the Afghan woman who told of bringing the internet to illiterate woman
and women previously ensnared in the corner of their houses became “fireballs”
A woman from her neighboring country sat in the audience
Reacting audibly though eluding reprimand
the obsessive commenter found the Afghan victory and the need for a $7000 generator “cute”
Remembering my year in battle with our Pakistani generator
And losing the fight with electricity in Kabul,
fire jetted from my pupils, onto her face, contorted by opinions
Later I realized I stole her sole moment of superiority since she moved West