When malicious gossip or slander is passed along, the humanity of three people is thereby diminished .... the one who repeats the gossip, the one who listens to the gossip, and the one who is the subject of the gossip. When a person refrains from gossiping or tale-bearing, the angels rejoice from up above.
Posted by ~*Mal*~ on 7/20/2004, 8:08 pm My sister?
Title: My Sister. My Blood.
By: Mallory Marilyn Marie (Roy) Kirk
My blood?
No, she's nothing,
I scream into the night.
"Where's your sister?" they ask me.
'What sister, I have none,' I want to yell.
Why am I always so calm?
Why so polite?
Why don't I say what I think?
Instead I say, "I don't know."
'But I do know she hurt me.
Not just when she hit me.
No my hurt is deep then that.'
My chest aches.
My head spins.
Why didn't I hit her back?
My sister.
My blood.
My family.
No, she's none of that.
I work with her.
I listen as she goes on about her friend.
My ex-friend.
The one I thought I could trust.
The one I cared about.
No, she's nothing too.
Just trash.
"Oh we 'blah blah blah..'"
Her voice trails away.
She finally stopped speaking.
"What an exciting life you lead,
By exciting I mean boring."
Did I say that out loud?
What is happening to me?
Why am I saying these things I dare not speak.
She claims my life is more boring.
I laugh,
A cold hard laugh.
One of hatred.
"Better than hanging with those I can't trust."
I want to hit her.
Why?
Violence is beneath me?
Why is my blood boiling?
Everytime I look at her.
My sister.
My blood.
Why do I want to hurt her like she did me?
Man, should I be saying this in therapy?
I need to get away.
Far away from her.
My sister.
My blood
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WHOEVER GUARDS HIS MOUTH AND TONGUE KEEPS HIS SOUL FROM TROUBLES (Proverbs 21:23)