Sinners

A.

We are all sinners, don’t play innocent. You intent to hate, so i will hate back, the only problem is, hating is natural to you, it’s draining to me, so I how do I win, in this game of hate? What is good and bad? People who act on their hate are bad, people who pursue their hate are villains, people who let their hate consume them are victims. Hate has no reason, just like love. Hate is primitive, intuitive, it don’t need no logic, I hate the hypocrisy, I don’t feel safe, but maybe it’s the same on the other side, being honest don’t make them feel safe.

I hate the Silence Culture. If we don’t speak of it, it don’t exist. If we don’t speak it, it will go away. If we don’t speak it, we can’t make mistakes. Mistakes made up like that were never about your race, your birth, your accent, your belief, your upbringing, your job, you gender, it’s because you, are standing in the way of what they want, and as much as they advertise that it is all for you, actually it’s all for them. They want, they rob, they kill, they appropriate, they repackage your pain, they befriend you, they tell you they know they were wrong, they tell you they understand. I hate how people pretend they don’t care, or do care, pretend they don’t feel, or do feel. Everything is upside down, the people who care stay silence, the people who don’t always speak the loudest. I do, I don’t, I don’t know. I care, but I’m drained, I’m tired.

B. We are all sinners. I’m here for my parents sin, you are here because of your ancestors sins, you are not sure how to handle it, it’s easy to say that I’m on the good side, but what if you were on the wrong side of the story, this whole time, all along? How do you cope? Your beautiful life built on your bloods lies? Do you enjoy it? Do you condemn it? Do you have a good time? Or do you stay depressed?

To what degree should we take history seriously? How far back, how deep should we look? How ignorant should we be to still be happy, and how depressed will we be, to know too much? Is there such a thing as knowing too much? I thought knowledge was power, but maybe knowledge is also depression.