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The opposite of me

For me it had always been simple
People were either good or simply evil 
For me there were never any shades 
Greys to me were excuses we often made
Justifications made so we could still claim
That what we do is with good aim
So I couldn't  understand forgiveness well
For me it really was more like gruel 
Something I must do to survive
Meeting people showed me to thrive 
It gave me needed perspective 
That what I see is not all there is
That she's more than just a tease
She did the best she knew she could
Some sacrifices she thought were good
So I can't presume to know her shoe size
So forgiveness became sweet as pies
I guess I finally understand 
The opposite of me

Copyright © COMFORT EBOIGBE | Year Posted 2017


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