Writing and Expression
I’ll tell you that I know better things are coming
I’ll tell you that I don’t want to be pitied just because I hurt
When I say I’ll be there, that I’ll be willing to listen, that I’ll be your friend I mean it with all my heart.
You were once my other half and you left part of yourself in me when you left. We might have lost touch, but I never truly lost you.
You made me feel. You hear me even when I do not speak.
But when that white man in the back of an Uber pool parted his lips to call me a “n*****,” I just wasn’t ready.
I felt paralyzed when my mother uttered the words, “He died today.”
So from women everywhere. We don’t owe you anything. I don’t owe you my time, I don’t owe you a conversation, and I don’t owe you respect you’re not giving me.
It wasn’t until recently that I’ve started to genuinely feel that He is watching over me, guiding me through the confusing and dark times; guiding me towards the light to find strength and courage.
Here’s to all courageous lovers. The brave, willing to lay one’s soul bare, naked and vulnerable. But never mistaken for weak, we are secure in finding strength from that within ourselves.
I’m writing to tell you that I am not the enemy, and neither is he. Coming from me, that may mean nothing, but I want you to hear my side of the story.