Marching/Stomping of AGAPE Ants

appreciation Joan Winifred poetry

You know?…what it’s like to bear the unrelenting unfriendliness (of your silence, etc.)–it’s like unforgiving, it’s like ant stomping… a meaningless little ant in your big feet path is all i am to You–(i know that: I think! i know that)… it’s sad and heartbreaking and reality awakening (and innocent and naïve and tragic and stupid and)…

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i know… when given the chance, the choice…IF i “crossed” You….I’d most likely be stomped out without even a second thought or a simple hello…. Oh! cause i intentionally/unintentionally got in the way of “whatever”… you know?
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People who want what they want (when they want it) and are accustomed to getting it when they want it… and “exactly” how they want it… stop at nothing– rushing to have it… and don’t recognize/acknowledge ants like me under foot–you know?… crushed in a s-p-l-i-t- -second… unless per chance, you know,  you’re noted (prized) for your outer shell and appreciated for your inner mushiness/squishiness.

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Fear, you know, is not my motivation (agape is)…i live in the uncomfortable (compassion) zone of the locusts, gnats, mosquitos and ants. The land of the teeny, unappreciated, hated, so-called “pests” of existence… “who” only get so-called “attention” cause of making you bleed, itch and scratch away… at your treasured skin, your cherished beliefs, your fictional facts and your factual fiction…

agape ants must march on despite/aka forgiving! the crunch…o-wwww-uch!!! You know: Happy Marching/Happy Stomping??… thus, the/my walk of forgiveness… ever onward i  go, YOU:) KNOW……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………:)