Prince, go on. Hey, hey. You see, I heard Idea say so much about Sarah King's piece that was titled Love.
And after reading this piece of yours, you've just strengthened Idea's resolve. Like, how can you tell me that this love, this love brought pain? You're just thinking about pain in this piece. And even the fact that you're still even trying to find your joy.
Oh, God, you just gave Idea a leverage over you. Oh, God. Okay, let me just keep quiet for now.
All right, Idea. Hey, traditional man, because I don't know how you feel like women are not meant to be heard. But see, you have to let my husband speak before I do.
Is that the reason why I said you're always raising me? But I'm not gonna let you raise me this night. Okay, but what actually stood out for me in the piece, or let me say, I was just thinking, if I was from the first line, I raised my hand. Because you said the journey that ended yesterday, it was not last year, it was not a long time ago.
Yesterday, the specificity of that yesterday means that the wound is still fresh and your ink is still wet. As a poet, why didn't you wait until you have the prospect, until you heal, until you have gone for therapy, until you have sat down and probably let yourself bleed through it? You just rushed, collect ink. I don't know if that is brave, or that is unwise, or I don't know what to answer, but as someone who doesn't believe, I want to say I told you so.
But let me just review the piece before I tell you I told you so, yeah? So, how am I even supposed to say this? I don't know what you mean. Are you asking us a question? Why are you hesitating? You're just beginning midcourse. I don't understand why you're saying, how am I supposed to say this? I don't know, it seems like you want to pull off the reader in, but then you are at the edge of something that is hard to say, and then you just want to perform this paralysis because I don't like it.
