humanity
Oh, Trust Me. I Do Not Envy You At All.
She refuses to work. She’s not rich. She’s just married. There’s no luxury in comfort and dependency.
An authority asks, “Why don’t you want to work?”
You reply, “Because he wants me to run the household.” Yet, your pride laughs, “Man, I’ve already had it with life, alright? This is a gift from the universe. I’ve manifested this. So do not get involved. Got it?”
The authority asks again, “Don’t you want your independence? Having your own power. Making your own money. Living?”
You reply, “I’m a housewife. That’s it.” Yet, your pride celebrates, “He’s my provider. I don’t need to suffer. Not anymore. Not again. I’m here. I’m living the dream. This is my dream.”
The authority rises, “Okay, then, go live. Keep living the dream.”
Then you tell me, “All we ever want is a peace of mind. To survive in this hell hole. I’ve found my peace. This is my peace. My freedom. My choices. So I don’t understand you venting out to me about what you’re going through. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for you.”
What I’m going through;
I go into war, without a tangible purpose. I fight without a spirit of rebellion. I wear a uniform with a flag of courage. I listen to cries with music soothing through my ears. My death squad lurks in all corners. My spirit guides keep sharpening my sword. My skin gets thicker, numbing me down. My words twist around, silencing my thoughts whenever I’m found. My heart expands, so I can love myself fully. My strength peaks, nothing feels heavy.
Nothing fears me anymore. Nothing shocks me furthermore. For it’s all just the same; same war, same fight, same uniform, same cries, same death squad, same spirit guides.
Though I’ve noticed changes; my skin, my words, my heart, my strength. Yes, I’m alone, yet, my company keeps on growing. As I venture on my own.
The company that births itself inside of me. The company that teaches me how peace should be.
So if you were to brag about your life to my face, why don’t you go and sip the real tea. Because trust me, I do not envy you at all.
I do not envy you at all.
So with that said, I shall say, I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for you. Now, tell me, what would you do?