Honest With Myself

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Soft light filters through a door opening in an abandoned space, the old wood floor captures the light.

If I’m being honest with myself

As asked

I am through cutting slack

To the millions

Who got enough to overlook

Who is hurt by untruth

Who claim a savior who only saves some

In truth I’d call out the policies

That hurt and minimize a majority

If I’m being honest with you

I’d tell you

That asking me to be kind

Isn’t being honest with yourself.

Wanting kindness toward you

At the cost of democracy

No kindness for me nor for what I stand

Call out the tens of thousands of lies

consented by millions compliant.

I’m being honest with myself.

I’ve no ill will

You’re seen for who you are.

And you couldn’t see me if you tried.

Cannot honor what upsets you

But I have honesty.

It doesn’t always look kindly on unkindnesses

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Holly Brians Ragusa
Holly Brians Ragusa

Written by Holly Brians Ragusa

Poet-Author-Family Ringleader- Late Bloomer- Advocate for Arts/Ed/History/Kindness #FactOverFiction #HelpHumanityGoViral #AmWriting She/Her

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