Teach Me
For two days Iโve been trying to figure out what to say. I feel like saying nothing isnโt right but saying the wrong thing is worse. I want to ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ and understand but I also want to cry out and use my voice.
I would be lying if I said that using my voice scares me right now and I finally figured out why. Itโs because I canโt fully comprehend this situation and Iโm afraid of being misunderstood. That maybe what is meant in good intention and love will be the taken as something else. That my words will not be the right words and could inflict pain where love was supposed to go.
I canโt imagine that Iโm alone in this conflict within. In fact, isnโt that the core of how it got to this point anyway? Being misunderstood?
So I decided in order to actually make a difference I must become teachable. Knowledge is power and if I try to actively ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ and ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ maybe then I can actually use my voice to help and not hurt.
Maybe if I stop thinking that I ๐๐๐๐ and admit that I donโt, maybe then a change will come. I donโt know what itโs like. I do not know what itโs like to be you.
What I do know is that I have love. BIG love for humanity. I know how to love but I donโt ๐๐๐๐ what itโs like to be you. Show me how to love you. Tell me what you need.
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