Is it that time again?
Is it that time again?
Is it that time for you to hide your ignorance behind jokes?
Is it that time for you to tell me to learn about the other side?
Is that time for you to tell me to help you do the work that you have no intention of doing?
Is it that time for you to expect me to trust you yet you don’t value my existence?
Is it that time for you remain silent? Again.
I’ve seen this before
I’ve heard this before
I’ve lived this before
It is time to expose your words for what they are?
It is time that I tell you I know your intentions?
It it time that I tell you that I know you have no convictions?
It is time I told you, that the other side you want me to learn about?
Yes, that side.
I learned those lessons from birth. Catch up.
I learned those lessons the first time I was followed in a store.
I learned those lessons the first time someone was surprised that I went to college.
I learned those lessons when someone asked me if I graduated after learning what school I went to.
I learned those lessons in the workplace.
I learned those lessons walking down the street.
I learned those lessons at the bar.
I learned those lessons talking to you.

So tell me,
Is it that time that I watch my tone?
Is it that time that I stop being emotional?
Is it that time that I show some respect?
Is it that time that I know my place?
I’d argue any tone is appropriate when your life hangs in the balance
I seem to have misplaced my meekness
Do you mean respect? Or do you mean obedience?
I’ve outgrown the place you’ve designed for me
It was never meant to hold all the pieces of my humanity
Just the convenient parts
For you.
I’ve outgrown that place
Is it that time again for me to remind you?
