I would dance, but someone called me fat and clumsy. I used to sing, but it was way too off-key. I always had a laugh, but wouldn’t ya know, someone thought it was fake. I used to trust, but he said I was naïve. I was positive, but life beat me down. I love to feel beautiful, but many have said that makes me ‘an ungodly Christian.’ I feel like myself with my short hair, but others said it made me un-dateable. I would have smiled, but she said I was being too flirty. I offered my heart, but you took advantage of it. I loved to bake, until someone said it wasn’t healthy enough. I once had an idea or two, but they said I was too bossy. I once had a voice, but was told it was too loud.
I am just enjoying the night, it is beautiful out. I am sitting straight up, legs crossed under me (because this is the only way to sit for perfect focusing, right?), sipping my black coffee. My computer is in front of me and my journal is open on the table beside me. For the first time in weeks, I want to write. So I shall.
Most of us have asked this question lately. In the last few months, we have had violence and crime rock our nation, with the hate crimes/terrorist attacks against the gay community, shootings and bombings around the world, the protests and riots from the racial divisions in our country. Even as I was writing this, there was another terrorist attack that took the lives of many innocent people. I can see where this question is coming from, actually, I have been wondering this too.