Forgive her not for the discomfort it gives you late at night. But for the blessings grounded beneath the prayers you seek in each uprising. Wishing excellence on the weakened, thinking on ways to level your spirit full circling the hallowed grounds. She prays that we make it out alive onto the other side. A life where you must acknowledge the needy for their benefits, to the ones who were never chosen to stand in the crossfire of neglect upon your regrets. Sanctifying the chants of views, we see you! How dare we deny the truth of our labors. How dare we rip the cord of comfort to level in your crops. We see you, makings ways to please the croods that will be here to pick at what’s left of me. When we say amen and I say I meant no harm in the fowl living we once breathed I only want to become free. Here is where we landed to when you saw me for me. Never making sense of what opportunities led to her endeavors. But rather compete for the ultimate position of popularity than to compare her feast to a poor man’s table. This is what was condemned for her pity. Her ever glaze of perfection reflected to the tribe she called home. Her quest sent flames through her pain to show the true meaning of hate. To be fading in retrograde, she accepts a new vibe that must be maintained.
