Fool Me Once

This little piggy kissed someone else in my face, 

This little piggy stayed gone,

This little piggy said they slept in their car all night,

In the middle of a summer storm

And this little piggy cried alll the wayyy… back to them.

Why? This thing called forgiveness, I guess. But there was one thing wrong. I thought that meant, forget…

Someone once asked me, and I am paraphrasing, “do you like to remember the bad things?”  My response was, “yes, sometimes”. The reason for that was simple, and the importance of doing so was something that very person reminded me of just days after asking me that question. 

Fool Me Once

You have likely heard of the old Italian adage, “Fool me once, shame on you; Fool me twice, shame on me.”  It means that if you wrong me once, then shame on you for tricking me. I must now be wary of your ability to do it again, and if you do, then that shame is my fault. Because I was not choosing to be mindful of your trickery, you were able to repeat your offense. 

It is due to this proverb that we need to remind ourselves of the “bad things”.  Whether or not these things are intrinsically bad, their negative effects are.

I learned that those were things I need to be protected from.  I needed to remember the negative qualities of a person so that I could learn how to navigate them or avoid them altogether.  It is very easy to romanticize a situation; hype up the positives out of some belief in the nobleness of focusing only on the better parts of a person. But doing so can place us at risk of being unable to accurately assess the fit of the person for us. It also hinders the ability to monitor progress when one claims to be making strides to improve certain behaviors. What are we monitoring if we are denying there are issues to begin with?

Hold Grudges! Who, Me?

I used to say I did not hold grudges but realized one day that it was a lie. I did this by way of letting some people’s actions dictate how I treated others in similar situations. I acknowledged the error in doing this, and in my attempt to correct that error, I told myself that forgiveness meant trying to wash away what people had done to hurt me.  I was like Oprah, but with new slates; Everybody got one.

I would say to forgive meant I needed to put all of that stuff behind me.  In a way yes, if you choose to forgive you must not hold the weight of faults over the relationship forever; If that’s the case then why forgive? But, to forgive does not mean to forget, and I do believe you owe it to yourself to remember the ability a person has to be a detriment to you in some way, and act accordingly.  

Act Accordingly

By act accordingly, I mean, assess the level of hurt inflicted and use sound logic to determine the next step for that individual based on your needs. If you find that this is simply an issue that is not going to change, you now get to decide if the constant discord in this area is causing enough dissatisfaction to end the relationship. 

Maybe you decide that this is something that can be adjusted with practice with that individual, and you can safely monitor progress towards better behaviors.  Perhaps you decide that as much as you detest the behavior, even without a change it is not a reason for you to let go of the said relationship. Then, maybe this level of discord fits with the plan of your life and you could move forward with a focus on coping mechanisms for yourself. 

YOU, then, must decide how to make it more palatable for you. You can still work on supporting the alteration of that person’s behavior if you choose, but understand that at some point you have made the decision to choose a quality that may be one of their “unchanging” traits. In knowing that, you cannot keep screaming dissatisfaction or hurt for a choice you are making. You ALWAYS have the choice to leave. 

There is protection in learning what is harmful to your mind, body, and soul.  All of them matter.

But, What if…

What if they really are trying?  What if this is the time they actually get it right?
To that I say, you likely have a sense of when a person is not honoring their words and cannot commit to your well-being as they promise.  In most situations, you know when a person is not capable of being respectful to you no matter how much they make you smile. If you truly believe the good outweighs the effects of the pain they put you through, or that this time will be the last time, then, of course, stay. You have chosen your type of drama; the 20 percent we ALL have to decide to live with. Don’t let anyone tell you that it’s wrong (unless of course we are speaking of ANY abuse and if so, please refer to the hotline below).  

If you like yelling and screaming at people week after week and this is the ‘good life’ for you, live it. But for those of you that are ready to be honest about what you want and deserve,  then hear this – remember the bad in even those who mean the world to you. Don’t focus only on the “what if’s” in a person when they keep showing you “what is”. Maya Angelou already said it, “when a person shows you who they are, believe them the first time.”

Remember how, although they took great care of you, they almost caused you to lose all you’ve worked so hard for.  Remember, how although they made you grin from ear to ear, they also cheated several times. Remember, that although you all began a family together, they were physically abusive every time they were upset. Remember that although their apology seemed sincere, your lesson now is when to respect yourself enough to know that you are worth more than being their experiment on seeing if the lesson has been learned this time. You already know what they had the chance to show and could not produce. 

Fooled Me Twice

In the beginning, I said I was having this discussion right before I was fooled twice.  That little piggy disappeared for the second time. This was definitely a “shame on me moment” because at that moment I was trying to figure out what I had done wrong, rather than paying attention to the character traits of this person when they were first revealed. This was something THEY did, even after the effects of this behavior was disclosed to them. 

In the act of me continuing to engage, I relayed the message that on some level, I have decided that that behavior was OK. If I continued to stick around because “I want to see the good in them”, I can’t keep iterating how this person is fooling me. I now know who they are. I am choosing to look the other way at the expense of my own feelings, needs, desires

It’s not wise to expect people to learn without communication and trial, but it is up to you to decide how many lessons you provide before you know if they are actually trying, or able, to comprehend.  In my opinion, this number is dependent on a few things including the person, the type of relationship, and what we might know about the person at a given time (i.e., are they in rehab or going through some traumatic experience). 

But the primary place your decisions lies is in where you value yourself. When you know this, you know that even a person’s trauma is not grounds to inflict and cause trauma within you. If they feel they cannot heal properly without finding an outlet that doesn’t include harming you, then they aren’t ready for you. 

So pay attention. Remember. And act accordingly.

Call the National Domestic Violence Hotline. Support, resources, and advice for your safety. 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)

*Please always keep in mind the term relationship is not assigned only to those romantic in nature; these could be familial or friendships as well.

She’s An Anthem

Kap, Here’s an anthem you can stand for!  

I had the honor and Privilege to perform the National Anthem for my super awesome friend’s retirement ceremony, after 26 years of serving this country like a BOSS! She contributed so much in her position and is still planning to do more in this next phase of life. I wish you nothing but the best (goon).

The best part was the creative privilege I was given to do it as I best know how (cause ya girl cant sing…yet). I wanted to take that opportunity to honor her as well as those who I feel needed a moment of recognition (we only got this moment anyway!).  Black women, we know the weight we bear, whether others acknowledge it or not. And since only women can give birth, I think you know your role…

and now, your FEATURE PRESENTATION!

https://youtu.be/fG9WnpsOmI0

She’s An Anthem

Oh say can you see her

All black, all girl, more than magic – more like, creation

For by dawns early light she was already there – perched in permanence

Speaking light into existence, light don’t shine with her permittance, you see her

The black woman

Don’t she look like the universe? Be universe right hand, that’s universe twin – you see it

Her blackness.

It’s what so proudly you hailed as this nations scar. As less than human despite  being the genesis, you remember this – how in the beginning there was darkness, birthing a million nations she be the greatest mother,

The yes ma’am on your tongue, ye to which you say amen, she is not the bruise you choose to cover up.

Band-aid we need to level up, to heal, to be the mother of all there is, was, and will – be a reminder

That even,

At your twilight’s last gleaming she will still be there -being- everything, still being, the only example of infinite, it’s funny isn’t it. how within the very color you despise lies your entire existence.

Lies the truth you tried to smudge out but, black woman be sage

Ancestral clouds of heroics to the save, still Super, with that black power, power, out here

Caped in melanin

Swallowing the sun for energy

whose broad stripes shooting from her bright stars must have blindingly flagged your ignorance in ownership

In the universe and her gift.

Got you thinking something she birthed, is yours. Got you thinking those she sent to build it, is  yours

Got you forgetting the hero, is all black, more than magic, the keeper of creation.

Cradling galaxies and nursing the off-spring of its stars, it is our milky ways your child craves.

Black woman, been feeding you life, even

Through the perilous fight, she let you taste the universe and ain’t she good?

Black woman, be better than raisins in your potato salad but still,

O’er the ramparts you watched the black woman, become a raisin under her son, still grape enough to be fruitful, fruitful enough to raise the sun, bright as it were,

So gallantly streaming, but still trying to outshine the SOURCE!

And the rockets red glare, of another galactic creation, another big – banging- black girl whose world, you’ll rise and set to

The bombs bursting in air to remind you that she, is to be celebrated

As holiday – she reigns as royalty in your DNA, you exist as

proof through the night, she, is the night

The only one strong enough to hold all this chaos, Strong enough to let you forget her, to let you think she don’t matter, strong enough that even when she shatters her greatness is cloned.

Dispersed amongst the masses who thinks the flag is still there, upon her back, upon her throat

Tried to brand her cause they weren’t the brand of her.

Silence her so you wouldn’t know who to pray to.

Tried to claim her, last name her, blame, chain, and change her

But she will always be maiden.

Always be the first of the last you’ll answer to

oh say, can’t you see that black girl? She be the one you cant close your eyes to

Behind eyelids, looking a lot like peace, like, she who lay you down to sleep

She be your guide; your left, your right

She be colonel – she in command. She enter, you stand, it’s presidential

Era, Michelle and Barak

Black girl be this work rock – you see her

all star spangled across the banner of your origin,

with so much more magic yet to wave upon the born again, this girl, be born again.

the greatest replica o’er the land

From the roots of her toes, the trunks of her thighs, hair like the crowns of trees and the gravity it defies

Black girl be poetry, still, she rise

Out of the drudgery of your dismissal, turning corruption into life

God in human form, God be black as night – and no ways tired,

She’s negro spiritual – the hymn to sing your free

Breaking every chain she be all the strength you need

She be always surviving, keeper of the souls

Does what no man can, knows what no man knows, yes

SHE’S AN ANTHEM

The song of the lands she gave, this is hers

Home of the Black Woman – she, be the brave

J.Mahogany (c) 2019

Royal blue flowing dress: @Burlington’s
hair: @hairsofly

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