Jesus Was Not Colorblind: Racial Slurs and the Syrophoenician Woman (Lectionary)

I found this piece to be very interesting and thought provoking. It's made me look at things differently.Link here ---->>Jesus Was Not Colorblind: Racial Slurs and the Syrophoenician Woman (Lectionary)

Ecstasy

Into my reflections eyes I stare,
What stares back is a shallow grave,
Dug up by yours truly,
Inch by Inch it gets deeper.

Each hit makes me stronger,
Or so I think,
My heart beat races,
Clarity finally.

I feel every strand of hair on my body,
Colours and sounds are clear,
The strength of ten consumes me,
That's what my mind says anyway.

Breaths become shallow,
Head starts to knock off,
Ecstasy finally achieved,
Now for complete take off.

Date a girl who writes poetry

Date a girl who writes poetry because the human emotion is magnified to her. Not magnified in a sense of faked expressions and heavy sighs and gasps but in an internal lens only seen by her. Seen and held by her like a precious mirror encased in a locket and when she stares at you all she can see is a reflection of herself but a more attractive inspiring version. She looks for the best in the worst, for the highs in the lows, for the sweet in the bitter because when she pens it down the paper is the first to understand the impact of the situation.

Date a girl who writes poetry because sometimes you won't understand what she say, she might start to rumble on about a leaf, a smell,a tire oh yes you heard that right because you might see a tire but she sees an eternal fire that will spin and rise but only if you give her space to express then you will see what she sees and only then will you be let in to her world, her deepest secrets, her inner fears. Date a girl who writes poetry because with her words she is able to form scenes, scenes with you and her in them, scenes with dark bears in them, scenes mainly imagined and that show her biggest dreams whether its to lie in a stream or build a steam machine only her mind and her paper know.

Date a girl who writes poetry, because maybe just maybe she believes in poetic love, the Romeo and Juliette kind of love but with far less delusions that death is better life ,because having you there will be a reason for her to wake up stare at the sky and liken your free spirit to it. She may not be able to quote  Socrates, Plato or Diogenes but with her words entangled like a web she will be able to soothe your inner soul. If you are ever to break up with her she will mourn you and trust me there will be a poem or two inspired by the tears caused but that will help her build more memories and it's her therapy, her go-to safe place where she can be herself and move on better. If you are keen enough to never let go of her you will be her daily muse and a beautiful memory of you will be engraved in her heart like a wonderfully kept secret that only you two know the true meaning to. Date a girl who writes poetry

Schizophrenic

Everyday is the same,
in with the old out with the new,
Good air,
Bad air,
What's the difference anyway.

It's crazy,
Right?
Do this,
Do that,
Now what?

So far,
So good,
Do you hear the voices,
Ah!they are back,
What do I do?

So what do I do?
Fight them?
Of course,
And afterwards?
That will work itself out,
Okay!

Listen to them?
Of course,
What next?
Okay,
Here we go,
I don't like the sound of that.

I have fallen in love with my hair

I have fallen in love with my hair,
It's the kind of love that took sometime,
Sometime is years,
Years of kicking,
Screaming,
Threats,
And tears.

I have finally fallen in love with my hair,
This unruly,
Most times bushy,
Never straight,
Tough as steel wool kind of hair,

Yes I have fallen madly in love with this hair,
It never was like this,
All the fire burnt hot combs,
The bent up blow dryers,
The burns from the chemical.

I hated my hair,
It would never be smooth,
Never sit perfectly still,
And would puff up like an udder,
After a few hours of wind.

But I fell in love with it,
So crazy in love,
With this thick,
Rough,
Kinky hair.

Of break ups

Break ups must be the single most hardest thing to do. You have to use the right wording and timing is a very crucial aspect in it all, you have to read in between moods, different aspects in life and in the end there really is never any appropriate time to do it. You just need to know when to do it. In my case I have been broken up with and I believe I broke up with someone at one point, but I felt like it did not count because I really was not emotionally invested with the individual. I am not a heartless prick but since I was not emotionally attached to said individual it was easier and he just kept giving me every reason to break up with him because I discovered our paths in life were completely different and we just were not on the same page. (well that should be  whole story for another day)

This post really is not about a break up but more about of a quitting which I consider a break up. Am an AIESECer or actually I should say I was an AIESECer. For those wondering what AIESEC is, you can just click on the link provided https://www.aiesec.org/#/about/mission ( I feel like am marketing it at this point and I also don't know how to do that cool here thing and link is all there). Anyway I was a very active member of the organization for the almost one and a half years I have been there, I learnt all that I could in that time and it was fun. So very recently I discovered I could not do it anymore, I lost that emotional connection, the butterflies were gone, the anticipation and the metaphoric hard-on's that you get from carrying out new tasks and I just did not get the thrill anymore. This was a signal that my time at AIESEC was done and it was time to move on ( I didn't know this would be the challenging bit). It took me about a month to tell my "boss" and friend that I was leaving and I had other things to focus on in life. I suck at timing as much as I suck at sugar coating (anytime I think of sugar coating I get an image of pouring sugar on someone, but that's just me). I suck at that art and I have tried so many times but I always just come out and say it. What I kept wondering the whole time is "how do people manage to get through with break up??" It hurt to see the look of shock and then disappointment in her eyes and this little tremble she had (maybe anger, maybe fighting back tears or her words). Then she spewed out five words I did not want to hear, "You looked like the quitter"....I slapped her there and then (well, I wish I did). I just stood there shocked and explained to her my reasons. I swear break ups are so exhausting!

LIFE OF AN ALCOHOLIC

First shot,
I will only be here for a short time,
Head starts to feel dizzy,
You clutch your car keys,
Must get back to wife and children,
They convince you,

Second shot,
I think I was going somewhere,
But I feel so nice,
Did you watch the match yesterday?
We begin a long heated argument,
My team is better am convinced,

Third shot,
I don't remember what am supposed to be doing,
I get up and start dancing to the music,
I take a glance at my watch,
Damn it!it's 10 o'clock,
How time seems to fly.

Few shots later,
Oww, now its blurry,
I can't even finish a sentence,
Oh no, wife and.........
Am going,
Can't find my keys,
I pass out.