i don’t make people
accountable for
their wrongs
the complaints hang
like sagging, aged *******,
and old palm fronds,
heavy with dates
ripened
with sweetness,

ready to break
but they mumble,
and they
hold like
my mouth,
which
does not speak bitterness
my aim is to survive life,
not them
i remind myself
give yourself a chance to live,
not give people a chance
to forgive themselves

it is not your responsibility
but God’s.