(i performed this piece at the poetry lounge, but i wanted to post it for those who weren't in attendance)
L O V E thy Enemies
Its so much easier to hate you than it is to l o v e you and I'm sure a few others could agree.
I'm not sure which side of your brain was encouraging your thought process, but I wish the other side would have put up a fight so you could join us in the recognition that the way you talk to and treat people just isn't right.
Your words provoke spite.
You burn bridges overnight.
All bark & no bite.
How do you sleep okay at night knowing the fruits of your flight?
But I'm just 'white so I gotta be right'.
Right?
I never said I was better or above you, but if I was you'd be the only one to blame.
That pedestal you think I'm on is more or less of a platform of accomplishment.
It took me 23 beautifully disastrous years,
a million and one joyful & painful tears,
owning up to all my faults & fears,
and sitting patiently in the passenger seat while God shifted gears.
He helped me build this platform.
And then, he painted a hologram of his face .. followed by a finishing gloss of love
so when the sun hit it in the right place, he & l o v e would shine through me
see, that's what I always prayed for.
But I allowed you to get to close.
I welcomed you with open arms,
trusted you would do no harm,
so I neglected to set the alarm ..
naivety got the best of me.
As I obliviously fixated on the sky and continued to pray,
you began to chip away.
First at the glossy finish
then at the picture of him.
Every layer you penetrated at that point subconsciously drained me a little more than the layer before.
By the time I looked down from my fixation on the heavens and witnessed the destruction beneath me it was too late.
You had already emptied out my well of d i g n i t y & filled it with hate.
When God saw his piece of art being blatantly vandalized he quickly took action.
Picked you up out of the mess you created and placed you outside the wall he built with the snap of a finger.
He left me with the key to lock you out,
and you with a window barely big enough to peek in & see
the reconstruction.
With a few inspiring situations,
motivating conversations,
minus your false stipulations,
in addition to the blue prints my father layed before me ..
the reconstruction was a great success.
Every layer of my platform is now twice as sturdy,
three times as dense.
God changed the hologram of his face to a 3-D portrait,
added infinite layers of loves glossy finish,
and then
lit a fire inside all of this so no matter where the sun was
he & l o v e would inevitably shine through me.
.. Now I'm not sure what it felt like to be on the other side of that wall looking in.
And peeking through that window definitely didn't allow you to understand what it felt like on the inside.
It sucked.
But now, it's beyond amazing.
The weather is always pleasing and instead of oxygen we breath l o v e.
I am always more than content
and never less than blessed.
I recently unlocked the door to that wall God built me & gave the key back to him.
Anyone & everyone is welcome inside,
including you.
I've come a long way to be able to say that & I am happy that I could do so.
If I could simplify this parable I would simply say this..
It was so much easier to hate you than it was to l o v e you.
But hate no longer dwells here so forgiveness & I love yous are all that's left.
Not to say the situation with you was stopping my success,
but it was definitely hindering me from being blessed.
So I forgive you
and I l o v e you
and wish you nothing but the best.
Take what you will from this
& humbly ask your God for the rest.
Amen.