Something Rare–A Simple Poem

Yes, I know that I have stated that I have an idea for this blog, and I really am feeling strongly about going with a “beauty blog” for the time being. However, I wanted to share some literary work of mine before I started this new little “side project.” So, here it is…

I do not often write poetry because honestly it is just not my “thing,” but recently I was inspired to write a poem about something that means a great deal to me. I have recently experienced another loss, and this loss weighs heavily on my heart and soul much like my first does. Not a day goes by that I do not think of the excitement experienced, the love immediately felt, the struggle through the process, and the heartache that followed. This may not be the best poem or even the most academically accepted, but it captures some of my heart.

For My Loves

My desire to be a mother is great;
This is something I always thought to be my fate.
How I yearn for this blessing,
Yet I continue to endure the testing.
Strength is what I truly need,
Yet pain and frustration is what I bleed.
I don’t understand why,
And many nights I cry
For some kind of explanation–
A reason for my missing part.

I need justification
For the hole in my heart.

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The World is Full of Hypocrites

The world is full of hypocrites. It’s a shame but true. For that matter, there is a little bit of hypocrite in all of us. I know. I know. You don’t like hearing that. You are currently thinking to yourself, “Psh. I’m not a hypocrite.” Guess what. Yes, you are; I am, too. I don’t like it either, but it is the truth.

Now, I am not referring to only religious hypocrites. We all know this kind of hypocrite: the kind that attends church every Wednesday, Sunday, and religious day of obligation and preaches a specific lifestyle yet does the complete opposite of what he or she preaches (Yeah, you know the woman that preaches against gossip yet gets in a corner with all of her friends and begins gossiping about the poor woman trying to make ends meet for her children). These kinds of hypocrites disgust me; I won’t lie about that one. Don’t get me wrong. I attend church, but I am not a regular. I strive to do better, but I get selfish when it comes to my desire for sleep during a busy period during my work schedule. But, here is the difference: I don’t preach at people about the way they are living and turn around and do the opposite. As a matter of fact, I don’t preach at anyone at all when it comes to anything religious. I don’t want someone preaching at me, and I believe firmly in doing unto others as you would have them do unto you. And, I recognize that I have absolutely no place in telling anyone about anything religious when I can’t even make it to church every single Sunday. So, yeah, my being a hypocrite does not fall in the category of being a religious hypocrite, but I certainly do have a place as do all of us.

According to Merriam-Webster Dictionary, a hypocrite is one who is “feigning to be what one is not or to believe what one does not,” or one who has “the false assumption of an appearance of virtue or religion.” Now, some of you are thinking, “No. I do not fit that definition, so there is absolutely no way I am a hypocrite. This woman is wrong and has lost her mind.” But, here is what I would like to point out to you: Notice that use of the conjunction “or.” That one little, two-letter word holds a lot of weight. A hypocrite is not just about being a hypocrite in the area of religion; it is about putting on the appearance of being one way when one is truly not. This applies to the intentional and the unintentional. If one says another is wrong for doing something a certain way or for believing a certain way or for simply being a certain way yet does exactly what it is he or she condemns, then that is an intentional hypocrite. Then, there is the unintentional hypocrite: one who does not even realize that he or she does what is found to be wrong in his or her eyes. That one is me. I am the unintentional hypocrite. There have been a few occasions in which I have had it pointed out to me that I hold others to a certain standard to which I do not necessarily hold myself. It’s not right. I don’t like it, and I strive to do better.

Here’s the deal, though. We are all human. Not a single person placed on this earth is perfect by any means. Not me. Not you. Not your neighbor. No one. Recognize this fact, accept it, and strive to do better. That’s all that can be done. And, dear God, people, stop trying to act like you are better than others for whatever reason. You are not allowed to judge; only one has the ability to do that, and it isn’t a single one of any of us. Accept all as human. Like it or lump it and move on.

But, these are just the views of a Southern girl…