The philosophy of it being too cold or warm
Gives me the utmost use of doubt
Is it true? Is it false?
My vision of what it's supposed to be
Has been opposed by the reality that presents itself
The same old philosophies
Have been twisted like braids of a young black woman
Portrayed to be charming and attractive
Yet erasing the true nature of the topic itself
Being obliged to stand independent and start a war
I begin to ask myself over and over again
Is it true? Is it false?
Because I see an army of men
Led by twisted philosophies that I ought to correct
But once I open my mouth, an arrow goes straight to my throat
Because the philosophies I hold are rather opinionated
All philosophies are opinionated I am told
© Connie