I love words so I eat them; some whole and others are dissected into tiny pieces. When I eat them I chew them first slowly, letting them digest so that I can comfortably use them again.
I mean after all, they are mine; I own them, that’s right they belong to me.
Some words are so delicious, so tasty, hmmm those savory words. You just can’t help but let them simply float from your lips, Words like serendipity, exquisite, inexplicability, and oh “Fabulocity”
Others are not, they are bitter, hard to digest and often times they cling to your palette but still you speak, forever in the moment trying to spit them out.
Words like abuse, bully, trauma, oppress but still we chew and burp them so that others can know they do exist
Because someone, somewhere out there will hear them and fix them, remold and rearrange them and until suddenly
abuse becomes embrace, bully metamorphoses until reconciliation
and trauma to restoration
And what about words that are cold, stiff, words that are so stuffy, you crack a nearby window for their escape after their brief introductions.
Words like disaggregated data, standardized, according to policy and strategic reductions
Some words I swallow whole because I know what they taste like. I use them everyday to wet my appetite. Words such “Hello, Yeah, See What I’m Saying, I Know Right! And Don’t Get Me Started”
And who can forget the intriguing words, the captivating ones that you chew slowly.
We shuffle them, add extra spices, herbs and use them selectively because they are beautiful invaluable and ageless
Words like adore, promise, integrity, dignity and justice
Last but certainly not least are those spicy words that you cannot use all the time
Only when you are feeling adventurous or challenged
They are firey, piercing and at times stingy because you may be ready to do battle. They lie dormant and then there is a rumble, they soon explore, bursting from your mouth
Words that I do not want to say