Do I beat the bluff,

By lifting up my dress and having the answer to someone else’s problem?

Or do I bite my tongue, while I sit without any harm to my thoughts?

It could be a simple twirl in my hair that keeps me from showing a winter’s day just who she’s messing with.

The essence behind a gray wall —is found purity.

Knowing it’s okay to fight behind agony and any will to find something to do;

To occupy the mind is a dangerous tool to use.

And as the elders say,

It may be that instant gratification stirs from helping someone else.

Is that so?

Is that why the taste burns my lip like a satin lip stain?

It’s not so hard to make a nice gesture for someone, but we ask…

What have they ever did for me?

That’s not my life, and I end with the short stick.

“What’s it to ya”, right?

But that’s why it burns,

because a taste so little, yet all the while sacrificial,

Brings you closer to God.

And I leave you with this…

A little boy may cry wolf a thousand times before he gets anyone’s attention.

Though when he seeks yours, how instant is your reaction?