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Why so mean?

Why so cruel?

Your piousness is ungracious.

Your walls are always up.

You hold on to everything,

Anything you think would destroy me.

Yet you speak peace.

Your very words defile you.

Instead of kindness you go out of the way to be mean,

Yet all the while hiding behind what you purport are good intentions.

You can't even pretend good to be genuine.

How much time and energy does it cost to be so mean?

How do you live dragging 120 pounds every day?

How do you think you will prosper just by sheer disrespect and disregard?

You try to operate like I don't exist but can't as your hand still covers the knife in my back.

How sad.

All your endeavors are poisoned by your disingenuous motives.

You take precious gifts in our lives and desecrate them by your bitterness.

You will meet your brick.

Because your motives are all tainted by jealousy, fear, insecurity.

You don't even know how to let go 120 pounds.

Carry me then, but I know I won't carry you.

I know I will be free.

And all that came out of me will be free.

You will fall into the pit you dug yourself.

One day soon I will say to you, "Thank you."

Thank you for making me into a strong black woman.