Monday, October 13, 2014

Open Letter to A Hypocrite By:KB © 8.13.13

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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