there’s nothing sexier
than the honesty you bring
to the table as to what you can give me
and what you cannot, or where
the boundaries between us lie
so nothing we do is an afterthought.
for what we have is the raw deal.
what we have is real.
what is it about you that strips me raw
in places i’ve long forgotten?
those dark corners where my secrets lie hidden,
the disappointments, and the self-loathing?
why does it take just a word from you
for all of them to spill out?
and with them the tears i’ve long kept at bay,
all the shame and self-doubt?
what is it with your choice of words
spoken in a voice that always unravels me?
do you know of the places i speak of?
have you seen the things i can still see
the demons in their alcoves,
those moments of shame they whisper in my ear
of the times when i wasn’t brave enough,
when my constant companion was fear
is that why you know exactly what to say,
words that strip me of all the masks i wear?
is it because you know where i have been?
is it because you’re still there?
How are you at receiving criticism? Do you prefer that others treat you with kid gloves, or go for brutal honesty?
It depends on what the criticism’s about, who it’s from, whether it’s solicited or not – and what state of mind I’m in when I receive said criticism. I might be having a bad day and maybe being more tactful and compassionate in delivering one’s criticism might be better suited to me at that moment. You never know how brutal honesty can affect someone when they’re already down. You’re not exactly treating him with kid gloves by being tactful and kind in the delivery, but you are putting their feelings first and not your own – for sometimes, you have to ask – why do you have to deliver the criticism in the first place unless it was asked of you?
Maybe I am getting soft – which is why prompts such as this bother me. I know some people want brutal honesty all the way and as long as it’s fine with them, then it’s good. It’s how we deliver criticism to others that matters. I’ve seen people when they’re down, and I’ve seen how brutal honesty that only points out the flaws and not highlight the positives can affect an already depressed mindset.
So maybe I’d rather take it with “kid gloves” although I prefer to call it “with compassion.” And I know I’m in the minority in this because who wants to look weak and afraid to face criticism head on? But I’ve had enough of brutal honesty delivered my way growing up. You’re fat. You’re ugly. This isn’t up to par with what I expected from you. You could do better than this. What were you thinking? You need more practice. You should you should you should
So, yes, treat me with kid gloves then, if that’s how you want to call it. But I could have also answered this prompt with one word only. Namaste.
Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRUTH.
Truth is often such a bitter pill
Going down too rough and too harsh
Like a mirror that’s too clear
Showing that which we fear
Though sometimes, timing
is just not right
and we yearn