They Ask Me

They ask me if I’m “fine” And I say I don’t know what that means They ask me if I “forgive them” And I say I don’t know what that means They ask me if I know what “love” is And I say I don’t know what that means I honestly don’t think they do either. They seem more clueless than I do. At least I can walk these streets knowing who I am And that no one can take that away from me But they don’t know that So they lose their identities I am fine, I don’t forgive them, and I do know what love is But their questions are so broad I can’t answer them Love is something they’ll never truly know A blessing from God that they won’t be blessed with They don’t deserve to be anyway But then they ask me what love is But darling I haven’t got a clue And neither have you.