DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ( you and I)
Black and white, yes.
You, who believe yourself to be
man enough to judge others in passing.
Labeling others in detestable ways.
Looking at things in the poorest of light,
you cannot see anything but disgust and deceit.
I, who knowing full well what life can bring,
try to judge no man, for far too many times
have I limped along in life too.
Believing there is a basic human goodness,
that strength and love will eventually wear thin
the mask of harshness and cold plastic.
You, with your claim that you will go broke again
for no one and nothing,
will die with your horde of stone cold cash beside you, while women
weep for their hungry children and warmth to keep hope alive.
No, you will suffer no more, for you remember what it is like.
I, will give my last red cent towards whatever means to help.
I have had everything, and nothing, and prefer nothing, if it means
someone else suffers less.
My hopes, and faith, and struggle will be a warm bedfellow
when we have parted company.
You stand with your neck bent backwards,
always paranoid that someone is out to get you;
that the man next to you will steal your job,
take your money, shaft you in some way.
I stand with my head straight, but using all sight,
as we must learn from the past but not let it prevent us
from moving forwards; trust everyone, until given reason not to.
If I stand with my eyes to the floor, it is in shame.
Shame that you have let fear, anger and resentment beat you down.
Shame that I associate all my loving ways with yours of hatred.
Shame, that there is little I can do to alter your mind.
You, who has to have things perfect, just so;
and any little deviation from what you expect is monumental and unthinkable.
Me, who thinks a steady pace good, but variety is the spice of life
and has been a great cook from way back.
Routine to you, is nothing less than sacred.
I worship nothing and everything all at once.
Yes, black and white.
We are far too gelled in life to alter the main core of our beings.
I cannot adopt your philosophy, nor you mine.
Grey, will never be a color on this wheel.