It's easy when hurt to lash out.
To crush those who caused me pain.
It's hard when hurt to reach out.
To comfort those who caused me pain.
When I choose to be kind, I am forgotten.
When I choose to condemn, I am remembered.
I broker my humanity for a moment of hate.
I trade my dignity for a flash of pride.
This is written in the wake of death threats being made to a woman who stood up for herself. It's written in the wake of a man losing his job for an off color joke. It's written in the wake of the million ways I sell my goodness to my ego.