Hypocrite
I called them hypocrites for calling themselves Christians and judging me for wearing earrings to church. They called her a hypocrite for dating the a deadbeat dad, while judging another for doing the same. It seemed to be an easy word. Thrown around without a drop of truth. I used it everyday in anger against those I judged looking down from my sky-high soap box of purity. It meant weakness. It meant ridicule. It meant dishonesty. But what if, it is human nature to live in a paradox-- with two absolute opposites in each hand, torn, yet accepting. knowing you shouldn't, but wanting to anyway. What if, holding these opposites show the truth and prove clear balance? I judge you for conforming, When I, too, hold it in one hand firmly-- Wanting it for myself. Perhaps it means balance, truth, life. I receive balance in this paradox. I receive honesty in this paradox. Hypocrisy! Is it really the enemy or does it force me towards life, reality, truth? 13th Floor Paradigm and Bastet’s Sunday Prompts
