It’s Okay, It’s Okay

It's a lie

we tell to

Ourselves,

to our family

'n to friends,

And we

state it soft

over 'n over

several x's

a day

a bump

a scrape

a slight

a wrong

a fib

but, it's okay

{Truly now...}

In the Know

we're hurt

and hurt

we are,

later on,

disrespected

and prodded

to disrespect,

the innermost

of self-ethic,

that triggers

Beware...!

We gape at

crass, vulgar

obscenities,

photo docs,

and fantasy

in the Third

of the World

that's right

next door,

but, it's okay

{What's reality anyway..?}

The Real has

past and left

its callous,

growing like

a lil tumor

up in the

vestibule

of the soul,

that says No,

but, it's okay

{Mama said...!}

And it must

be so cause

that's what's

She's told

herself...

on repeat,

despite the

doubt, the

agony, we do

firmly believe

like a sound

Whooping it

serves me,

and my

progeny!

Lies We Tell Our Children... Challenge @BJLeCrae