<a href="http://Strut“>

Go tell the widowed woman downtown
It’s only a long walk to her home
Wear a smile and embrase happiness
Ignore the flashes that burrow within
Live through each day and not in it
Receive the bickering strolls of passers-by
Your strength is the irony of your weakness

She will welcome you like a lost sheep
Listen to you
With imaginations of a withering plant
Then “shuu” you off like a bush fly
With mutterings: the debt of death is life
Strut or not, its faded hands still blooms

-ruthspoetry 2017



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Judge not!
The good book says
Yet we are so quick to crucify
Why do we bury our noses in distances?
Looking for a “good” day to hunt
Stretching the fibers of life
Hurting those who wallow in pain
Building little niches of gossip
Forming circles of unrepentant souls

If we decided to go against the normal
Do what we feel is the best for us
And in no way does it hurt anyone
How does it concern their batting lips?
But no, it seems our business is theirs
Or is it that our worlds are sisters?
More that often, our lives may look spongy
But it’s a lot better than the rags they call life
So to help their chaos, hurting others is their gain

Refuse to be affected by their talks
Or meddle with their fallacious stings
Be affected by your happiness
That way, we careless and be more of us

Ruthspoetry 2017