Sep 2018
Could you be me?
When disrespected, I respect,
They disconnected and in that second; thoughts as weapon I prayed to protect,
Intoxicated she threw her body,
I obviously avoided ***,
She felt ashamed and I was blamed,
Blocked after I sent support through a text,
He took from pockets, he said he didn’t,
His lie became reality; I could not assume, I had no proof, my thoughts as balloons, his words expressed became correct,
Would you be me?
Easily crucified if their day is out of alignment,
I extended hand to unify,
Words were twisted with a tool called ignorance,
I lovingly spoke myself into confinement,
Often envied, I tell them they’re perfect,
They flip it and react with violence,
I surrender my position to stand,
Suddenly there’s silence…
Kindness vibrancy, my vibration’s vibrant,
Client climate; dependence assignment,
They united because of fear and punished me for not reacting, acting as the victims, I was labeled defiant,
Truth meant nothing in that environment because obedience was a requirement; injustice justified a victory, and that itself was excitement,
I walk the same path as their teacher Jesus,
“Daycee you’re lying!”
It’s easier to use sympathy for something you do not understand rather than empathy,
When you open the door of truth it becomes suicide to deny it,
Could you be you?
They’ll say you lost yourself when you find yourself,
They’ll call you selfish when you mind your health,
Say hurtful things to get you off track when your being is well,
You’ll endure their pain when you see that the game we play isn’t hell, but jail,
You’ll go insane when you become sane; after realizing there’s never a time in life when you actually fail,
Would you be you?
Even if it meant being attacked,
Could you take the blows and transmute them into a reaction that allows the initiator to relax,
Could you if it meant accepting all as one?
Could you deal with the hate that’ll come after separating yourself from being Hispanic, White, or Black,
Would you be you if it meant starting a journey into solitude temporarily, and after you’ve started if you chose not to finish, there is were you’ll remain because the only way out is forward after giving up the habit of looking back?
It isn’t easy being human, we dug a hole and forgot the word stop,
All we wanted was to experience life,
We buried ourselves and now wonder what the perspective is like on top,
If we’re in too deep, no one can see,
It seems as though it is memory that builds the ancestor tree; communication is seed; united is crop,
If this is the case, is it not evident that being ourselves in this lifetime is our only job?
At times I wonder... Would you be you?
When disrespected, I respect,
They disconnected and in that second; thoughts as weapon I prayed to protect,
Intoxicated she threw her body,
I obviously avoided ***,
She felt ashamed and I was blamed,
Blocked after I sent support through a text,
He took from pockets, he said he didn’t,
His lie became reality; I could not assume, I had no proof, my thoughts as balloons, his words expressed became correct,
Would you be me?
Easily crucified if their day is out of alignment,
I extended hand to unify,
Words were twisted with a tool called ignorance,
I lovingly spoke myself into confinement,
Often envied, I tell them they’re perfect,
They flip it and react with violence,
I surrender my position to stand,
Suddenly there’s silence…
Kindness vibrancy, my vibration’s vibrant,
Client climate; dependence assignment,
They united because of fear and punished me for not reacting, acting as the victims, I was labeled defiant,
Truth meant nothing in that environment because obedience was a requirement; injustice justified a victory, and that itself was excitement,
I walk the same path as their teacher Jesus,
“Daycee you’re lying!”
It’s easier to use sympathy for something you do not understand rather than empathy,
When you open the door of truth it becomes suicide to deny it,
Could you be you?
They’ll say you lost yourself when you find yourself,
They’ll call you selfish when you mind your health,
Say hurtful things to get you off track when your being is well,
You’ll endure their pain when you see that the game we play isn’t hell, but jail,
You’ll go insane when you become sane; after realizing there’s never a time in life when you actually fail,
Would you be you?
Even if it meant being attacked,
Could you take the blows and transmute them into a reaction that allows the initiator to relax,
Could you if it meant accepting all as one?
Could you deal with the hate that’ll come after separating yourself from being Hispanic, White, or Black,
Would you be you if it meant starting a journey into solitude temporarily, and after you’ve started if you chose not to finish, there is were you’ll remain because the only way out is forward after giving up the habit of looking back?
It isn’t easy being human, we dug a hole and forgot the word stop,
All we wanted was to experience life,
We buried ourselves and now wonder what the perspective is like on top,
If we’re in too deep, no one can see,
It seems as though it is memory that builds the ancestor tree; communication is seed; united is crop,
If this is the case, is it not evident that being ourselves in this lifetime is our only job?
At times I wonder... Would you be you?
