Healing
Julius Caesar was not the only one in history
to “et te bruté”
Spitting bars of pain
Giving up on what’s left of love, bond, and friendship
When the person at the other end of the knife thrust into your heart
Was supposed to be your person
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I did too
I could have sworn you would take a bullet for me
Cos I would have for you, dang! I did take a bullet for you
You were my sister, a bond so thick
That it solidified to family
With you, I was unguarded
You read me through like an open book
Had conversations that I was afraid to have with anyone but you
You were my safe space
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Or so I thought
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With you, I thought I could be anything
Soar as far as I can
Be whatever and whoever I need to be
Without second-guessing your loyalty
You were supposed to be my cheerleader
That one person that makes the loudest noise in the room
Telling everyone that cares to listen, “That’s my girl right there”
I mean, I was the president of your fan club
Stood by you at every valley, crossroad, and pinnacle
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But I guess you couldn’t breathe at the altitude that I had risen to
My spirit started irritating your demons, but I had no clue
What is it that we haven’t talked about or couldn’t talk about
I guess, like Cain, you couldn’t master the devil at the door
So you let him in
You, who was supposed to have my back
In rooms that had my name on blacklist
Created the room
You became the weapon fashioned against me
And what’s worse, I didn’t see it coming
You were still my angel of light
Until you struck
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Ripping my heart apart
This pain is going to kill me
Sis, did you really not think of me
When you used the access you have of me to run me over?
Of all the pains life would throw at me
I didn’t think betrayal was going to be one of them
At least not from you
If anything, you were going to hold my hand through it
But now it’s you, it’s you
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The shock of what you’ve done
That you could even conceive that beats me
You’ve destroyed everything
My trust, my love, my belief, everything
I’m weary of people and their intentions
My walls are so high, I feel like a prisoner
I walk through life with colored lens
I almost became the monster you created
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But that’s all in the past, A painful past
which scars my heart would always remember
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You see, Caesar couldn’t make it, but I did
The strike was deep, but not deep enough to take me out
I did the heartwrenching dance of healing with the Lord
I owed myself that much
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Before you came into my life, I was
So I took accountability of how I helped you fashion your dagger
How I enabled your jealousy, fed your insecurities, oh my, I forgive you
Cause now I realise no one would hurt another from a place of love
You were broken, and for a time longer than a minute, I was too.
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But praying, therapy, vacation, reading, loving, meditating, unlearning, relearning, and keep them all on repeat
Has brought me to the feet of the Prince of Peace
Wholeness is the target
But now I know better, I see better
Stewarding my friendships differently
The pain handed me a better pair of lenses
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Now I pray for you, I hope you find the help you need cause I have, and I choose to forgive and heal.
I know hurt people hurt people
But I have refused to replicate your image, and you should too.
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Writer: Rita Odoh
(Spoken Word Artist)
[insta: @riri.word]
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I know this is about story of betrayal but I am trying so hard to know who this is for🤔. Devil? Or...
Nice piece nonetheless