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Perhaps, the suggestion shouldn’t have been to “turn the page”. 

It either implies that something new, different, or pleasant will be there, or that you'll be engaged with the same ol’ unresolved story— with no guarantee of edits, corrections, improvements, or changes. At what point does the reader realize that the story is repetitive, predictable, and ridiculously hypocritical?

We should know, by now, not to expect certain endings, although we are historically good at hoping and praying for them. 

It’s disheartening when positive change, continued progress, or good, happy endings are promised (and are so close), but don’t materialize. A good ending shouldn’t be so rare, a shock, or a surprise. It shouldn’t feel ominous, or undeserving. It shouldn’t be conditional. Good endings shouldn’t feel like consolation prizes, or the bones you’re thrown before the boom is lowered.

Maybe, highlighting and salvaging the redeemable parts of the story, retiring, or throwing away the whole  book, or reading a new one, would have been better suggestions. The old book, unfortunately, is predictable, and blemished through and through. 

If the foundation of the story wasn’t built on truth, compassion, respect, or humanity, why continue the wishful thinking that the plot —or any subsequent characters— will ever change? Why search for, and dream of, or gather to discuss a love story, when the cover, spine, pages, and contents of the book have never pretended, nor alluded to being one? 

Turn the page? 

Nope. 

What’s on the next page, and the pages after that, are the same old hate-filled illustrations and sentiments.

Instead of trying to amend sentences, cross out words, tear out whole chapters, pretend there’s a hero, or convince oneself that the book isn’t really about what it’s always been about, why not just acknowledge it for what it IS?

The pages are worn from being optimistically turned, yet corruption, hatred, ignorance, bigotry, greed, and indifference are always the unapologetic stars in line after line, and chapter after chapter. Just when you think good guys or better angels will finally appear on the next page, and save the day, they’re either blindsided, humiliated, cheated, debased, run off, exhausted, silenced, or destroyed. 

The authors wrote it that way. 

Too many readers like it that way.

A system is designed to keep it that way.

You don’t have to continue pretending it’s a good book, though. You can also acknowledge that wasn’t written for you. Read it for reference, not representation.

Learn everything you can, study those characters, make an honest analysis of the setting, then, put the book down. 

Collect other books. Renew and retell the stories of the shamefully un-celebrated, that prove you've always had reasons to be proud, and representatives to emulate. Find new stories that aren’t a constant disappointment when you do turn the pages--and don't forget to write your own.

TUESDAY THOUGHTS : POETRY PROMPT

My delayed response has surprised me

I asked myself, “How do you feel?”

“You’ve been awfully mute.

Don’t you have any thoughts?

Is there something you’d like to reveal?”

Then, I realized, I truly felt nothing 

Is it age, or just the results of

Having history with dashed expectations 

Or protecting the peace that I love?

Am I sad, disappointed, or worried?

Am I shocked, heartbroken, or grieved?

Would a preference for hate and corruption 

Be a choice that I would have believed?

But it’s easy to note what has happened 

When you’ve seen it so often before 

It takes on a normalcy, only this time

It just doesn’t scare you anymore 

You can’t bother to fret over evil

It’s exhausting— perhaps that’s the scheme

To keep you upset and distracted 

Every waking hour, and in your dreams

I sense, a divine plan is brewing 

And I’ve been made keenly aware

This fight isn’t for me to take on

I’ve no energy left to spare 

There are no more reserves of outrage

No more stockpiles of grief

Gone are all remnants of anger; rejection 

And frankly, it’s quite a relief 

So, I’m gonna sit back and observe from

The comfort of my aged position 

That all of my ancestors knew full well

And practiced with stoic precision 

They knew when to cease all their warning

How to step back, and watch things play out

They knew not to waste time in squabbling

Or wallow in fear and doubt: 

“Uh uh. Don’t tell ‘em nothin’. 

A hard head makes a soft behind.

They’ll learn one way or the other 

You don’t have to pay them no mind.”

The seeming indifference I do feel 

Is quite possibly, confidence 

That the owner of vengeance is real

And I have earned enough sense

To sleep, since He never retires

And remember, he won’t always chide

With forces determined to trouble

Oppress, undermine, and divide

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