You ever have someone preface a situation with a fake a**
compliment and then begin to throw some serious shade? I had that happen. The
individual prefaced their sentence with “we’re friends so we can talk” and
then proceeded to just drop enough lugs for an 18 wheeler.
I had to really check myself because my mama taught me to
respect my elders. Let me tell you it took everything in me to stay true to
this principle. You know when you’re hard pressed you have two options, fight
or flight…and I ain't never run from nothing! (yeah I wrote all those
negatives)
I’m choosing to write about the situation to get
it out of me head….First let me say…we ain't friends. I talk to you because it
is necessary. I watched you use and manipulate people. I've watched and heard
you lie. I've seen you engage in personality conflicts, flashing on and talking
down to people. I've seen and heard you refer to people as “friends” while all
the while never contacting them, asking about their well-being even though you
KNOW that they are going through some tough times; the people you describe as
friends are more like minions (they’re cool as long as they are serving YOUR
purposes) I've watched and heard you pass judgment, yet, cloak yourself in
piety…..
No, Boo Boo we ain't friends….I know I am full of faults and
flaws. I know I fall short. I know I’m a wretch working toward acceptability
and accessibility. I know I’m a kid from the lower East Side and I only get to
play in certain areas because I get a day pass. I know I’m so broke
I can’t pay attention. I know that there by the grace of God……..
I can list the majority of my faults and flaws and I embrace
them because they are a part of me; my ego is not so fragile that I have to
hide them like a cat in a litter box. I’m not so insecure that I have to refer
to myself by a title or in the third person. I’m not so pious that I look at
people as mission work; I know that I’m right there in the soup, struggling to
find and hold on to my humanity.
The difference between me in you is that I’m working out my
salvation with fear and trembling and you think you've arrived.
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