Urban Sermons – Words

Who you callin’ a bitch?
The Queen asked in the anthem
U-N-I-T-Y

So why? Why’d you say that? Was that even a joke? Your inflection and that tone, you didn’t think I would question?

But for real, Friend, we friends right? Who you callin’ a bitch? And again the real question, is why?

Es-pecially you, someone who knows that words, words, WORDS hold

So, Much, Power

I got another question followed by more questions, why we act so unconscious when in fact we are conscious?

Why do we ignore people who give of themselves to us? Take them for granted?

Are our selfish asses, that self-important, it justifies indecent actions, unthoughtful words, just general disrespectful behavior?

I’m breaking character for a minute because there is something I want to say, though this was inspired one day by a friend calling me a bitch as I walked away, out of earshot, which in turn made me feel disrespected for some reason, that isn’t the point of this journey we are on right here, right now that I am leaving you with bc All of this above I have done myself and experienced from both sides of the mirror, words I said, words said to me, someone who flows a great many words:

It has been said to think before you speak

With that, we back

Words have power

Words have consequences
Words are heard For
Words once released can never be returned
So often we think they aren’t
But you never know who is listening

But I will tell you this
The Creator and The Universe
They hear it
All

Each and every word
The negative thoughts, our fears, the untruths that we SPEAK

And despite the abundance and love our souls seek, irregardless of the beauty that we MEET

In each moment, when we speak and give energy and attention to words, words, words

They come to life

Stupid kid
Shut your mouth boy
Fucking Bitch

Words…

So many words, too many words, thrown around without the care, minus the compassion that created and still nourishes us

every breath, step, heart beat

beat-beat

And words once given, who knows what they then become to the ones we give them too…

Fuck, I’m so dumb, I’m not good
I could never do that,
Just a piece

of shit

Why am I here?
What is the point of my life?
I should just die already…

Fuck that person and their happiness

Words…

So many words, they fly out of our mouths like darts leaving cuts, cuts become wounds, wounds that fester, festering leading into infection, infections that pollute, pollution that destroys, destruction

Destruction

Destruction

And I unto Death we march

I marvel at the fact that humanity has such power, we hold in each choice and word that we speak to create or destroy our shared experience

My life was always blessed, but it was my selfish ass, my own hurt, hurt that poured out of me, that needed to be destroyed in order to heal

Heal

Heal

Words… I am speaking these words to you, here tonight so that in that next fight, you stop, stop before you speak, because words can be forgiven if you are fortunate, yet they truly are never forgotten, and you never know the journey of another, unless you share their feet

Think about your own hurt, is that what you seek to create in the lives of those you meet

I have said many things, many things that can never be taken back, I have lashed out from the fury, only to release that pain on others, and thus be held further back

Words… words… words…

Choose your words because those who hear them, most of all our loved ones, make a choice to love us, some day someone might come along who don’t believe what hostility pours out because they realize how important it is to choose to love within too, and they be the ones who leave you, not because they don’t love you, you don’t love you, then all you have left are the ones who hold you down, who make the choice but have no choice bc they see beyond

Beyond words

Words, words, words and the pain they come from

Those special ones who still find reason to keep on loving you, despite the fact that you don’t really love you, do you

I remember telling my Dad once how much I Loved and admired him, then he stopped me, and he told he wasn’t ready to hear that

Can you imagine that? What world do we live in that our women, our men, can’t even take love when it is given from those closest, from those who they love without fail

It’s no wonder we call each other bitches in every arena we go

Words, so many words

Too many words thrown around carelessly we are so desensitized the phrase locker room talk and what it represents is justifiable enough to not stand in the way of an election

What happened to dignity? Where the fuck is respect? We’re out here fighting wars on foreign soil just distractions from where The enemy first plants, where the battles rages each day we come in contact with what we are first, Human Beings, experienced through ourselves

Words, silly words, sad words.

Oh well, it was a joke right?

That gets a pass doesn’t it? Hear this in all caps.

SAD.

FAKE POETRY.
Just words. Who cares.
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