We have them in phases,
Unpopular, solicited, unsolicited,
Yet, they all are opinions.
Some come from the urge to express,
Some come from the urge to sàlàyé -
I mean, the urge to explain without evidence.
They come in forms like;
"You are beautiful but why?
Why are you so tiny?
You should probably try to eat better."
"You look pretty but...
I will appreciate if you can shed some fats."
Opinions givers, especially
Unsolicited opinion givers,
Are one of the most toxic and
Insensitive people that exist on the planet:
Opening their mouth and spilling
Whatever comes out of it without giving it a thought.
Dear Opinion receivers, appreciate them,
I mean those who give opinions and their opinions,
And know what to do with their words.
No one has the right to stop you from being you,
They just try to see if you will yield to their words
Because they want you in their taste.
And if they want you in their taste,
And everyone becomes a particular taste with no dynamism,
Won't the world be excessively boring?
They probably must have forgotten,
That the world is, because of our differences,
The world exists because of dynamism.
Life will either bless you or bury you. It's not what others say about you that matters but what you say to yourself when they are done talking...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today; doctor's order.