EM' DAYS

 TODAY AIN’T FOR HEALING

I have heard worse.

Been called worse.

Not gonna lie—

it did hurt.

Struck a nerve.

Touched something I didn't know was still tender.

I did shed a tear.

And for that brief moment,

many memories flashed.

Things I had forgotten.

Things I thought I had buried well enough.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to say a lot.

I wanted to remind them

that I wasn't any of the things

I was being called.

But then I paused.

Is it important?

Are they worth it?

Because sometimes,

people aren't describing you.

They're describing themselves

and somehow using your face as the mirror.

Projection.

That's what they call it, right?

They project themselves onto you

and then get angry

when you don't recognise yourself

in the picture they've painted.

I don't even know what to pen down today.

Aside from direct death,

I should probably say

I've seen it all.

Lol.

Today ain't for healing.

Today is just one of those days

where you have absolutely nothing to say

but somehow,

you know you have to let something out.

You don't know what to call it.

You don't know where to put it.

You just know

it cannot remain inside you.

And maybe that's the thing about writing.

Sometimes you don't write

because you have something profound to say.

Sometimes you write

because the silence is getting too loud.

And apparently,

my ancestors know the assignment.

They just know

when their descendant needs to let some shit out.

So here I am.

Responding to the call.

No lesson today.

No grand healing.

Just words.

Just me.

Just one of those days.

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One of em'days..