last week I died.
every part of me broken, torn up, and questioned.
and yet amidst the shouting
i heard nothing
yes, i had made a costly mistake
but there was nothing to be said.
either you are a liar
or my Creator knows the truth.
that i am worthy
that i am full of potential
that there is hope for me yet.
i am not perfect
and there’s a lot of work to be done
but every day i showed up to work for you
i smiled. i encouraged. i tried to shine.
it’s a pity you couldn’t see that.
it’s a pity, a crying shame
that we endured this
for a month.
i feel like junot diaz is the only trustworthy man out there