Pocketknives
*I just felt like writing about pocketknives today.
Not everyone uses them, not everyone agrees with them,
But they’re still there.
It doesn’t matter who owns it or has one, it matters what they do with it
Is it someone who has anger management problems?
Or someone that just needs to protect themselves as they try to walk to work with a lower paying job that’s less than minimum wage?
Still doesn’t matter, because it’s sitting there waiting to be used
Knives lead to death and blood…
But knives also lead to another place of familiarity
A place where everyone is understood, no one is an outcast
Does a place like that even exist?
Can violence and blood ever bring something to existence?
…It depends on who you ask; my answer is not important
It’s different when a bully takes one to school,
Or when an abusive partner uses it because of their own mental problems
Either way, they’re still there,
Being used for gang fights, violence, and bloodshed
Does it matter the use, if not, what does?
Because despite what anyone says, pocket knives can be used for many different reasons
Good, bad, in spite of anger, in spite of depression…
It doesn’t matter who owns it, or why they use, or how they got it in the first place,
It just depends on how it’s used.
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