Discernment is real. You can hear stuff that's not being said! You can feel things and don't even have to be in close proximity! You can detect a lie from miles away! Sometimes it feels like a blessing and a curse because that third eye be awake and sometimes it be the closest people to you. I know a lie, I know a bad attitude, I can feel a shift in energy without hard evidence and it's something I just can't shake. That's why I'm so big on peace and walk away easily from things and people that don't bring it.
In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths.
Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents.
I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself.
This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated.
I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?"
"Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way."
"But the store loses."
"Yep. On purpose."
On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands.
In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one.
A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir."
It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow.
I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious.
Some prices are not prices. They are promises.
I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back.
The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars.
Long may it spin.
People be knowing they wrong. But instead of being grown about it, apologizing, or taking accountability... they'll flip the whole situation and act like you did something to them. I done seen people try to make me feel like I was the problem in situations they started. I done watched folks blame me just to avoid admitting they moved foul. And that's why I can't respect certain people... not even a little bit. If you can't own what you did, if you gotta lie just to feel right, we not the same. I stand on what I do. I fix what I mess up. And that's the difference between us.
> 8 WHlTE men / women
> were paying adults to RA*E their Pets & Children ages 3-16
> CHILDREN as young as 3 were drvgged, locked in basement and used as Sex SIaves
you will not see a single WHlTE right wing activist talking about this henious crime cuz for them only brown immigrants are the villains