Other Side of the Same Coin

 

In the kitchen where there’s steam,
Two minds apart chase different memes.
One cries “Unfair!” with spit and pride,
One guards the rules her world supplied.

 

The coins are flipped from bad to good,
Each standing tall with judgment’s should.
Two dogs a-barking in righteous pain,
Each one’s sure they’re in their lane.

 

Step outside that House of Blame,
Where right and wrong ignite in flames.
Breathe between the push and shove—
Choose this wiser path to love.

 

Jelly stood in Tết’s embrace,
Young and bold in that borrowed place.
That aunt declared with sharpened tone,
“The kitchen waits—go there alone.”

 

Her boyfriend tried to share the load,
Yet ushered out by custom’s code.
Two moral maps began to clash,
Tradition’s spark and freedom’s flash.

 

The coins are flipped from bad to good,
Each standing tall with judgment’s should.
Two dogs a-barking in righteous pain,
Each one’s sure they’re in their lane.

 

“Pause,” I said, “you need not fight,
It does not help to prove you’re right.
Just name those scripts that fills the air,
And ask for help to find what’s fair.”

 

“I want you pleased,” you might confess,
“Yet to avoid my own distress?
Help me to see a way we could,
Where each of us can both feel good.”

 

Step outside that House of Blame,
Where right and wrong ignite in flames.
Breathe between the push and shove—
Choose this wiser path to love.

 

For rebels wear those righteous chains
Of good and evil’s toxic frames.
But curiosity makes a space,
That changes righteousness to grace.

 

See that aunt not harsh, but bound,
By scripts her faithful mind has found.
When you drop that sword above,
You’ll trade in fight for easy love.

 

Just drop that coin, and set it down,
No need defense, no need for crowns.
Beyond those scores of wrong and right,
You’ll walk in freedom’s clearer light.