Often
I walk, and I see a man on the side, the corner of the road. He’s there every day, and every
day after that begging for money, begging for my cash. I look at him, he looks at me, and we
both turn away. People walk by him
every day, look in his eyes and walk away.
It
seems so difficult for some people to reflect kindly upon others. Either they are made jealous by
comparing one man’s qualities to another’s or they refuse to
believe that we are all brothers.
Let’s let peace score more than war, or else let hate dominate our
abstract dinner plate.
You’ve got your mashed potatoes, fried green tomatoes and gravy
and in between those savory dishes is some delicious hatred. So sacred is our loathing that we
advertise it on our clothing and the whole thing is summed up by our
youth. They only know the truth as
told. If they do something to
receive a scold, “hmm. well,
the old people say that that’s not right.” And they don’t fight because
it’s all that’s in their sight. Respect is a gentle, kind way to unwind your predudices
against the Mr. or Mrs., a person’s hope’s or their wishes. Be they black, be they white, look
through it all in spite of your own humanity. Insanity is on the outside so turn the tide of your pride
into a positive thing, let your message have a positive ring, and trying
respecting instead of inspecting peoples’ work. Even you have a quirk, a small problem with you that lurks
inside of you only to urk everyone that you associate with. Quick we are to judge. We must first trudge through a
person’s emotional sludge to get to the glory. But this is our story.
We are looking in a mirror.
When we criticize each other we are simply gazing upon reflections of
our own imperfections, commenting on our own insecurities. Be it with masculinity or lack of
mental sovereignty, we are weak.
When we speak of another, it is our own comfort that we seek. When we see ourselves in each
other’s eyes, who are we then to criticize?
