What are You reminded of?

"On that Tuesday, after that Monday"

I was constantly reminded of "Not crying on Sundays."

It's not our job to play God, nor to force our beliefs on someone else.

Since if we were all made in the same eyes, we should all be loved as we love ourselves.

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I admit, it's hard to love myself,

sometimes I have to reach out and ask for some help.

There are certain roles, titles, positions, and labels assigned, given.

I too am upset and frustrated at the world in which we're livin'.

There's so much love in my heart that I just want to give.

Yet, I need to use it to settle the pain and anguish inside of me, so I can let live.

It's hard to give love with residual pain.

That doesn't mean you give harshness, you allow it to drain.

We need to let the toxicity flow from our blood and be filtered, excreted.

Instead we let our toxicity build up in ourselves, instead of venom we concoct poison, so we're already self-defeated.

I wish that I could no longer have hatred chiseled within me, its deep, I despise.

So I know at times when I leave my house I'm still angry, I wear a disguise. In living my life honestly, in truth I confide.

I believe that a lot of these charades and parades are false acts to cover up shame and to leave it unaddressed by replacing shame with hubris and false pride.

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Author's Notes: This poem was a comment that I had left on Heather Hubler's poem titled "On that Tuesday." Her profile page and story will be linked below.