A Saturday of Significance: 19.06.2021

A Saturday of Significance – 19.06.2021

Some mornings I wake up and see mini reels of those days, playback in my mind. You had known me for the best part of more than two years, yet when an indignant person decided to speak lies into the ears of few, you sided with them over my heart.

When I sought your support, you turned your back and fixed your mouth to speak sideways from your neck. In-person, you silently chose to side with a liar.

When apart, you voiced how real their story felt. Yet, you and a few others ignore the fact that you know I have never done anything like or similar to the words this attention seeker repeated.

It is incredible how liars become victims these days, and their target receives hate and a tainted reputation – all from a lie.

The most significant memory that tortures me is where I welcome this person into the group. I educate this person and uplift them. I provide for them and encourage them to step up onto the next stage and fly!

Imagine for a moment the smile that beams from their burgundy painted lips. ‘Good Morning Unique! Thanks for everything you have done for me; I couldn’t have managed this week without you.’ Words that instil a positive vibe within any form of relationship, facial expressions that gain trust and assure you that this person is genuine and respectful.

Little did I know back then that behind every smile was a whisper to another that I’m the bad guy. Layered between every compliment was a personal attack, sent above and around me, about me.

Some mornings, like this morning, I wake up and playback a period in my life where I was framed. I was made a scapegoat, and my lips were sealed together with lawful threats. There are seconds when I notice I’m not breathing or I’m breathing too fast. Where I freeze, and my tears scream to be freed, but I know I’m tired of crying. I wonder if I should have highlighted how I was tormented, used and discarded because…

I draw comfort from our universe as I know karma exists. I understand that time is key, and justice will arrive at the right moment.

KAREN

Dear Karen(s)

I hear your complaints.

I see your complaints.

I smell your complaints.

As an existing form of life, you are worthless.

Your thoughts are nonsensical.

Your vision is white.

Your tactics are deployed when you wish to step on those with rich hues.

LIAR

LIAR

LIAR

Karen, I see you form gangs in offices.

Karen, I see you form gangs in apartment blocks.

Karen, I see you form gangs at BBQs.

Karen, I see you form gangs in the supermarket.

Karen, I see you form gangs during annual leave.

Karen, I hear you cry wolf to authority.

Karen, I hear you cry wolf to the police.

Karen, I hear you cry wolf to other white people.

Karen, I hear you cry – I see no tears.

Karen, I see you on your vigilante escapades.

Karen, I see you acting like a victim in our society.

Karen, I see you bulling people with rich skin tones.

Karen, I see you hitting people with beautiful skin tones.

Karen, I see you pull a gun!

SHAME

SHAME

SHAME

Karen, you’re racist!

Karen, you’re prejudice.

Karen, you’re ignorant.

What a waste of precious heartbeats – Unique

Snakes Invade my Space

Snakes Invade my Space

They wear suits.

They appear friendly.

They stab your soul and act as you’ve harmed them.

Their lies are accepted by those who look akin to their reflection.

They wear burgundy, they dress professionally.

They spread lies – faster than coronavirus.

They breed and multiply, they outlive the good ones. It’s like they never fade away and die.

Snakes slither around my feet, acting weak and in need like their life is deep and unseen by Unique.

They don’t strike out and bite into my Achilles muscle. They slither back and report I stomped on their heads. The slither by again, slower than the first time, they smile as they’ve successfully poisoned the ignorant heartbeats, within my space.

A group of snakes can hiss the same shit, they can do that daily. This does not equal the truth being reiterated by one.

 A pit of snakes slid through my path, they tricked the masses and smiled at me during the process. Upon reflection, I now realise your life was never more than an insignificant birth.