When you tell me your truths,I hear them but I don't accept them not because they are not true but because they aren't my truths. You see, life has taught me to take what I need and leave what I don't and I don't need you looking me in the eye, telling me your truth that has been painted with colours of deception.
Am beyond all the blockades to tales that have no bearing to your reality. And slowly like an averagely black woman, I have become calm simply to watch you tell yourself so much truths that you forget to lie.
