I Won't say A Word
Saw a post, it was a quote.
Began thinking of my sister..
Simultaneously,
J.Cole raps,
she introduced to me to that. .
I'm still thinking, more toward worrying. .
Now I'm wondering,
Is there a reason,
A motive underlying the madness?
Is this a plan handcrafted?
These questions..
And there's more.
I could infer a logical reason,
From the mind of myself,
Or the mind of my beloved.
Or an illogical reason,
One that angers us all,
The victims and her.
Victims and her...
Hmm, now that's interesting,
That train of thought.
Why so quick to label,
To forcefully catergorize ones self?
Maybe it's larger than that concept.
Maybe we're all victims,
Or maybe none of us are.
Either way the situation is saddening,
Painfully.
But, that's on everyone.
See, that's where it gets complicated,
Where we all ruin the purity of the situation.
We becomes I,
And,
She becomes dangerous,
Now, I'm angered.
We should never become I,
And she should not be evil,
That which separates us from God.
There should be one evil,
But not her;
The devil.
What is inside her?
You can call it that,
The seperating evil.
But, don't hold it against her.
Pray that God strengthens you,
To stand against the devil inside.
But, love her equally,
As if she never knew an addict's struggle.
And there it is,
The opinion I said I wouldn't give,
The logical and illogical answer,
all wrapped up in one.
But, I rather not, right?
This is to be the one time..
I decided
I'll keep my opinion to myself.