ASK THEM WHY

When they say,
“She removed me from her Instagram,”
ask them why.

When they say,
“She doesn’t go here anymore,”
ask them why.

When they say,
“We’re not close anymore,”
ask them why.

When they say,
“She was cold. She changed,”
ask them why.

When they say,
“She blocked my number,”
ask them why.

When they say,
“She lost her temper,”
ask them why.

When they say,
“She said….”
ask them why.

Ask them what they did.
Ask them what they didn’t do.
Ask them what they expected me to keep tolerating in silence.

Because a woman like me,
who’s buried more loved ones than most her age,
who’s carried grief and healing from trauma.
My tolerance for pain and discomfort is high,
I don’t walk away without reason.
So ask them why?

Or is it just easier to believe the angry Black girl narrative?
Easier than saying we gossiped.
We were two-faced.
We never practised what we preached.
We lied about her,
picked her apart behind closed doors.

The crazy mean black girl narrative is easier…
Easier than admitting she stood up for someone we didn’t like.
That she refused to look the other way.
That she held up a mirror, and we hated the reflection.

Because the truth is much harder to swallow than the stereotype.
The real story is heavier,
less palatable,
less convenient.

When people don’t like the conclusion someone has come to,
they discredit the person to invalidate the conclusion.
It’s easier to taint their character than to sit with the discomfort of their truth.
It’s easier to make her the problem
than to face what her decision and her choice to distance revealed.

There is a day coming when I will tell all the pages of my story.
But until that day comes, just ask them –
WHY?

The first to speak in court sounds right— until the cross-examination begins.

Proverbs 18:17 (TPT)