The Light

The Light

I am a survivor of the truth. See I was born into an environment where perception meant the most, deception was the norm, and half truths were enough to get you through to the next story. Maneuvering myself as a cyclist between pedestrians, I got to where I needed to go. Told folk what they need to know and what was true for the moment. Telling lies with my heart closed so that I couldn’t feel the effect it had on others. Scared of the consequences of telling the truth, and cowering at the idea of someone finding out the dark past I’ve lived and the places I’ve been.  So...I lied. And personally I hate liars, and you to do!

But they say..."judge not, lest you be judged," because we are all one blacklight away from exposing both violent and intimate stains in the hotel rooms of our lives. 

Now, what’s done in darkness eventually comes into The Light. What if you finally stare boldly into The Light? and dare The Light to peer into your crevices, and look into the cracks in all your stories. The Light that exposes those first draft text messages you got off your chest. That one with the profanity and the unfair accusations and the real shit you wanted to say to dude, and Thought you deleted...Cuz you decided to be above it all? Message sent! Because those worst thoughts were your first thoughts, The truth.  And truth is the only remedy for the sick tricks you spit off your tongue so quick. The Light accidentally sent that shit.

The Light. Even sniffs out the source of your halitosis approaches. Bad breath back behind the rotten ignored molars. Making your every word reek with foul intent. An audible stench. The choking aroma causes victims faint into a bullshit coma. The Light unhampers your dirty laundry. It can tell the real smell through the Febreeze you’ve been spraying. Faith that it really does eliminate the odor. When odor is evidence of the filth that exists within the very fibers of your being. The Light is like the irrefutable refreshing scent of GAIN. Gaining back the confidence under your pits. Gaining back the honesty that is between your legs, washed in your rags, and hung to drip dry as you cry in your life. The Light can dry your fears.

When you finally open your eyes, The Light is there to show you, and to grow you. It embraces you as you shudder at the cold hard truth. Could have had a heart attack as you turned your back to take an in depth look at your own nutrition facts. First ingredient. Water…watered down details. They won’t float any more with the new revelations of self. See I found The Light that turns the world on to Honesty. Lashes separate when the solar energy reaches your solar plexus, and ignites an internal flame that charges you enough to wake up! No eye shut. Shedding the Light on the situation brings about a transparency initiation. Starting with compliments on the street, then maybe giving up your seat because The Light showed you an opportunity to bless somebody. Come on somebody...

There ain’t one of us who’s made it here on our own well doing. We all got skellies in the closet, webbies in the corners and crusties in the corners of our eyes until we realize who are we to judge? What if I gave you the nudge, tapped you on the shoulder and told you I was there when you thought you were alone. That I could find you the suspect of an offense that nobody knows yet. Guilty of a Pre-crime. Who can make the judgment calls?  They appoint a jury of your peers to go into the other room, barehanded, close minded and decide your fate. For once, I want each of these unqualified members to a look in the mirror, noticing the flaws of their own reflection. A collection of secret things about themselves sitting up high and dusty on the shelf. Walking out of the room humbly giving up their position to pass judgment on someone else screaming for self help.

......So I’m a survivor of the truth, straight up avoided it in my youth, now I share with you my epiphany so you can put it to use.

Hotep