Of all the things I hate about people
It’s that when things are bad, we forget that they were ever good.
Our inability to say thank you for ever being.
Blinded by winter, we act like these barren trees
Weren’t once littered with flowers,
And their lush greens didn’t once smell of hope.
I understand that in winter, days move slowly and minutes are forever
But India Arie once sang, that after winter must come spring.
So put a jersey on, boil some water
And don’t lose sight of your humanity.
Of all the things I hate about people
This is the saddest
- Kata