I made this mistake with the first boy I loved.
Thinking that someone is good
because they’re good to you
But after witnessing his disregard
for those whose bodies
and affection he did not need
in order to function
I had to be honest with myself
that I wasn’t in love with a good person.
My parents have been making this mistake for years.
Praising Him for all he’s done for them
for getting them out of the poverty in Congo
and the first 10 years of it here.
Ignoring the others left behind
who pray to Him just as much as they do
yet sit with no lights
roofs that cave in during the rain
But we sit in a restaurant
sipping on our wine
enjoying our last night before we fly back
“God is good”