A cynic advice starting to look like wisdom to me
the second I open my side of things I’m gas lighting
when really I’m living in the truth of my hurt
I don’t even take my side anymore
I don’t speak ,
I silently resist the temptation of the unwise
I used to look back in my rear view
seen no one seated , this is what they mean
when they say the ride is alone.
I keep tally of all wrongs
forgiveness these days seems lost
my little brother walking into the tapestry
the fabric of life woven something different for him
we all silently walked this line
don’t take your eyes of the host
what they say about the writings on the wall
we can’t blend the world with God
I say it all the time love is not conditional
love is not political
yet we put to stipulations to regulate love
love is a human experience.

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