Poem for today:
"Friend?"
We started out as friends, but time revealed true colors. I
mistakenly saw you as a comrade, only to learn your dagger was aimed for my
back. I should have known when you told
me about your father not allowing blacks in your house. Yet I try to view you with a different lens –
not stained by parent’s ignorance. But
as I said before, true colors eventually show.
In that notebook you shared with the other “friend”, talking about me in
cruel ways. Although I recall you tried
to reflect most of the blame on her.
But you were no friend of mine. Despite your efforts to stay friendly, I
never really trusted you and kept you at arm’s length. Then came the time you
tried to play matchmaker between me and another friend of yours. “He’s a mutt like you”. Wait - did you really say that? Now, at 37, I would have cursed you out and
ask God for forgiveness later. But I was
young and I let it slide – but not without placing that exchange in my mental
file cabinet.
Almost twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye. There had been a few times I wondered where
you were. Perhaps you’re living the good
life in a different city, state or country – or paying for deeds done in the
dark. I probably will never know, but it
doesn’t matter. I let the past lay where it is – sleeping in dark shadows, undisturbed. Perhaps I should thank you for lesson. I now read between the lines of what people
do or say – maybe that’s why I don’t easily fall for politicians or have many
close friends.
true friends are so
rare
lost in the mist of fake
ones
sun reveals their
masks
