Words Specifically
Collecting words has
resulted into a lifetime of gathering.
now I am choosing which
words to send you;
I send you choice words on special days,
and specific words on chosen days.
I share words that are specific to
‘’The cause’ ’or for a special occasion.
Ruling words, boss words, succinct
and specific...
Comical words.
healing, or forgiving words.
When hungry
I feed you with my words.
I add spice.
Some call them explicit-
My words are a collection of selections,
choice words for all occasions.
when I am speaking,
one or more of my words may offend or diss you.
but not really...
words should not be apologetic because you should know
"They" are subject to interpretation.
Even the "truth" can be told with a slant, what I say may be a rant.!
Like when I have to explain to lames the reason "all lives, and "black lives matter" is not the same!
There are degrees of lame, and some are so far gone;
Can’t even begin to explain.!
(where to start" where to start"?)
My thoughts may not always be calibrated
to represent exactly what I meant.!
words I use to establish a thought, or concept;
May not be what you understand it to represent...
I am not of this establishment.
It ti's I attempting, but not always bringing
forth a meeting of the mind.
‘’ Getting understanding,’’ is another human’ ‘
’is a feat.’’
Communicating for another being to receive you ‘’is a feat.’’
Most minds are out of reach.
Getting through to them is…like a security breach.
How certain words make you feel;
Is felt by your subliminal choice.!
Once I am involved It’s a Mystery to solve.
How you apply them to your wounds is your call.
all depends on their appeal to your ears.
You can retreat, or feel defeated.
you may feel these words need be repeated!
Or just ignored, that’s not my fault.
Somehow; Those particular words struck
you peculiar...did not suite you;
yet, you suited up and wore them.
Walked around all day
feeling some kind of way...
Until they felt familiar.
And eventually owned them!
Wearing wanton words...
Those word that did not suit you.
Did not fit you...
But you wore them anyway...
and somehow that's not my fault.
Maybe you were thinking
They were food for thought!
Before contemplating.
You ate them up.
You devoured those words.
Those crazy-spicy words that were sprinkled
Heavy -handedly over my sentences
Like salt from a salt shaker.
Sadly,only you could make the decision
on how those words affected you.
You choose to bond with those words.
Claimed that to be your truth.
Being willfully ignorant is not
so blissful after all;
No names were called
That means those words…
specifically spoke to you;
So, you knew!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2020
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