Talk Yo Shit

I don’t understand how we humans always have so much to say; when we continue to regurgitate the same mundane-for lack of a better word- crap. we speak on peoples behalf when we cant even handle our own affairs. we complain about the worlds wicked ways while we find refuge in our own deteriorating homes. We criticize others lifestyles habits traditions personalities we pick pick pick playing the opposite character on the one we are slandering. preach and never practice. weep and expect our pain to be catered to with sympathy. our neighbours trials and tribulations we tune out aloofly only to relish in later for mere amusement.


What’s absolutely mind boggling is when tables turn-we become the target of slander we find our selves in utter shock, and formulate a tell-all pity party only to do ten folds of the damage done to us. We find solace in our hypocritical gossiping cyclone and flee from atonement like a plague. We crumble from the fear of solidifying the truth only to become transparent to our lies. What’s worst is the deep connections that have been made within this shit storm we whirl around in waiting to get caught-the next victim. Nothing is sacred. Secrets within communities are stains on your resume. Stains that are brought up and cleared only to leave an even harsher bleached mark. Gossip is powerful and temping for the ears that hear it and the mouth that shares it. Both sides are culprits and equally responsible. To completely demolish this unrelenting wicked talk from daily discussion is awkwardly impossible. Strange when the story is done we have nothing to speak about.


However there are topics that trump backbiting. Topics that can be carried on with fluidly. Topics where the truth is set in stone and examples and references endless. Allah, His Books, His angels, His prophets, heaven and hell. I am no different from you and even this I have done what we all imagine to be innocent. Because we have suffocated in it. We have been wrapped in tale after tale from flesh of our brothers and sisters that we’ve acquired a taste to it. So enthralled in it we’ve put backbiting into good and bad categories of their own. The only difference right here right now is that we all singularize or attack a group race nation and I just wrote ineffectual words bounded by letters about the masses.