Try as I might
I have been unable
To dismiss what you said
It dug at my soul
Like a scratchy skeletal hand
It wasn't in person
But written words
Cut as deep if not deeper
Then those spoken
Face to face
Your excuse
The same ridiculous
Constant excuse
Was given to me by your husband
There was never an apology
She was too tired after work
She shouldn't have said it
She had a bad day
Ya think?
We all have bad days
But not too many people
Write anti-Semitic slurs
To their friends
Even on worse days
Those words
Float in my head
Like sludge in a swamp
Months after the fact
"You can be Jewish — but I am real"
Never knew believing in G-d
Having a religion
Being a spiritual person
Made someone fake
You are an atheist
Good for you
Want a medal?
The lashing out of hatred
Whether you meant to or not
Was obvious as any
If you felt bad
Where was your apology?
Like the next day?
Or does that make you feel
More real to pretend it never happened
Well, no no it did
And I don't need or want your
2 or 3 months too late
Half-assed apology
Because you, my dear, are the fake
Fake friend
Fake caring individual
Fake thoughts
Fake opinions
Frankly, I don't do fake
Nor do I want fake in my life
I am 100% what you see is what you get
24/7, 365
No lies, no bullshit, no drama, no envy
I don't judge people, period.
Ever. On anything
Why? Because
I am real, fool.
Bye Felicia!
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My Warrior Path (Book 6)
PuisiMy 6th poetry book starts September 10, 2018. After Walking Forward to the Beginning, it's now time to head towards the future and all of my goals and dreams; a warrior marching down her path as depicted on the cover. This book will also be edgier t...
