If you don't like me, tell me. Don't give me a false sense of security, fly me out to paradise just to send me to hell battered and bruised. Sever this friendship before you sever my spine. Your smile is like the Cheshire Cat. You disappear while the grin remains, haunting me as I lie dying. Was it worth it to humiliate me, to record my final breaths, turn my naked body into a spectacle for digital eyes? You hate me—I know that. But judgment knocks on your door and counts the nights you have remaining. You can't go on lying. God brings what is done in darkness to light, and when that day comes, your sins will be exposed, and you, as in the parable of the rich man, will gaze up from eternal fire, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth, and scream for my Lazarus, for mercy, and I, shinning like the sun in the kingdom of the One who saved me from your betrayal, will look down upon your anguish and torment and repeat the words of my Father: Depart from me, workers of iniquity. I never knew you.
© 2022 Nortina Simmons
The story of Shanquilla Robinson is truly a heartbreaking one. There are too many stories of young women murdered by “friends” who secretly hated them. I hurt for her family. I pray they find peace and justice.
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Very, very sad.
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