Lit And On Fire

Feel free to judge me Go on, expose your heart Point your righteous finger If you really want to start Make your estimations Conjecture all you like In the end, it’s not my vocals Blaring on the mic Feel free to judge me You’re perfect, I presume Your character’s in order Is what I would assume Or maybe check the mirror For specks inside your eye Don’t worry ‘bout my vision I take care of my sight Feel free to judge me But keep it to yourself If I do not solicit Then I don’t need your help Respect is quite essential Like distancing and masks If I need your wisdom I would surely ask Feel free to judge me Or better yet, judge your own Look at your own demeanor And if at all you’ve grown I’m not your goodwill project Can’t read my heart and mind You do not know my story So don’t be rude; be kind Feel free to judge me I’m beloved by my Lord He will rightly defend me Be careful with your sword Do not do unto others What’s not been done to you...

Don’t think about it too much Just write your thoughts on the page as they come You know they’ve been piled up, scattered all over, and cooped up in your brain Let them out; let your mind breathe; give your thoughts more space Acknowledge everything that has been and release them Give your emotions exposure to the light of day Who knows what might come your way once you do You’ve thought about how much you’ve missed going to movies With friends like Archie, Mike, or one of the men you’ve mentored You’ve pondered about life perhaps not ever going back to what it used to be Certain that you do not want to revert to some of the old things Unsure of letting the others go You’ve thought about the utmost importance of times of solitude Especially when spent in the presence of God You’ve realized even more how valuable face-to-face interactions with people are The priceless moments you’ve invested into the lives of others way before all this happened And the future tim...

Sisters are complicated. You grow up unsure whether you love them or hate them. You get used to their presence at some point and accept them as one of life's inevitabilities, like pimples or traffic jams. If you have sisters like the ones I grew up with, you'd understand the annoyance of finding your favorite yellow dress among the dirty laundry instead of in your closet where you saw it yesterday or your white sneakers caked with mud after you scrubbed it to look like new a few days prior. And how about that piece of cake you were saving for dinner? You thought about eating it with the ice cream you bought last minute at the mall before taking the bus home. You open the refrigerator, smile at seeing the familiar red box and feel your mouth slightly water at the thought of sinking your teeth into the velvety dough and taste the richness of the chocolate filling... but wait... where is it? Gone. One of the girls you live with ate the last piece, your piece! War e...