I could never take critics seriously
They could never walk a mile in my shoes
They would never even try on my shoes
It’s comedic
Instead of contributing to efforts
Efforts are criticized
Instead of volunteering your intelligence
You bastardize
A child of Loves
I like to be the tornado in the shade
Uprooting trees that pervade
The serenity of Man
Don’t get in my way
I’m not a threat
Just a force of nature
A response
A reaction
A miscalculated nobody
You saw coming
Before you started running
Back to your forest for cover amongst the darkened
I could never take the bitter seriously
Like
Does your bitterness really have anything to do with me?
I greet all with sincerity and react accordingly
In defense.
I’d rather react with more Love to the Receiving
Some reach for this love for something to be eating
When their dead souls get hungry
Sorry,
I’m not on the menu.
Neither is my kindness
You will be called out
For your childishness
Victims of Ego don’t count.
Pout.
I’m grateful for hearing whispers in the wind, noticing little things and not giving a fuck if it bothers you
I mean, come on,
They’re your whispers
Your insignificant insecurity
Which you inflate for a taste of
Adoration
Just because you’re bored.
I don’t groom the wicked who use self-pity as a costume to gather a chorus of Boo-Hoo’s and allow their games of shade to ruin
What is true
With
What they construct as true
With
Their criticism
I see you.
And your background singers too.
You bore me.
If you can do better, do it.
If you don’t like something, say it.
Like builders and leaders do.
Separation is a tool for destruction.
Who you trying to destroy, Personally?
Or are you trying to build yourself, Personally.
Big picture viewers can put aside their pride
Come to the table with self-love and devise
A future in which all enjoy the pie.
You just want to be the Oven.
Take all the credit and still not be content with it.
See how boring this old programming is.
Welcome to the Future.
Shade is dead.
Criticism dead.
Smear campaigns dead.
Sabotage dead.
It’s more than Karma.
It’s a tactic for survival
Don’t be surprised at its arrival
You can’t control everyone
And for that, we are saved
From
The bitter
The judgmental
The separators
Do Better.
And embrace the love the ones you hate offer
It’s not personal, it’s just business
But when you make business personal
Don’t hide and run
When the names you shade become the faces to your face
Enjoy the taste
Of repercussions
Your tongue
Your voice
Use them wisely
Because others, as you, are free to speak too
And mirrors speak loudly.
I could never take critics seriously
They could never walk a mile in my shoes
They would never even try on my shoes
They try to step on my shoes
It’s why I dance barefoot and stay Good.
My Soul.
Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.
