Let them express themselves

Must we treat each other like this,
Like we are all fighting some secret disease,
Passed on through means unknown,
Acting like we have the cure to it all.



So we hold our heads up,
Wrinkle our noses,
Knowing that we will never be like them,
Because we are special and they are different.


Different to the point they should be less than human,
Deserve nothing better than to be stoned to death,
Or be shamed for who they are,
Compared to dogs,
Yet made by the same creator


Justifying your deeds by holy books,
But altering it when you see fit,
How am I to trust anything you say,
When you can't even sacrifice for others,
Yet you preach love your neighbour.


So I stand up to say,
Let them express themselves,
Made this way by the Creator,
In His own image
We were made to love

Down a hill in heels

She put them on even if she didn't feel like it,
Sick to her stomach with this feeling of doom,
How did she get here?
When did life get so serious?


She had to go through with this,
The screaming and kicking didn't pay for anything,
After her worth was decided,
Like a piece of cloth sold to a rich merchant.


What had she kept herself for?
Pure for a fantasy?
A fantasy that would never be,
Rich young and handsome is what she envisioned,
But instead,
Fat old and at least the rich ticked out.


This purity for 26 years,
All for not,
They deceived her all her life,
Her a third wife to him.

Words

His words take up shape,
Rise up like mist,
Not afraid to take a certain form,
They roll out and spill out.



Her words swallowed back,
Afraid to peek out of the dark corner,
Afraid to cut and tear,
Her words crawl back in to the shadow where they belong.

Their words sang out,
Make a beautiful chorus,
The words sway back and forth,
Together rising and falling.


A chorus of whispers,
As you pass through a dark corridor,
Chanting a prayer for protection,
Your words against theirs

Fighting to stay on top

An empty encasing,
A shell that's all it is,
Nothing further,
Nothing deeper.



Shaken and stirred upon a dead sea,
Tossing and turning,
Fighting with the currents,
Fighting to stay on top of this.



One foot in and the other follows,
I start to sink slowly,
And as I struggle the deeper am pulled in,
This quicksand feeling.



Its like soldiers at war,
Taking cover behind trees,
Been blown into half by grenades,
Human emotions,
An empty encasing which is me.

Stroke

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling,
Crap!is this the life I am meant to live, I curse,
Does it have to be this hard,
I want to get out of bed but I have no reason to live,

Am helped out,
This is devastating does it have to be like this,
Not even little tasks can I carry out,
I hate this!

It could be worse, they say,
Fuck!what could be worse than this?, I retort,
You could be dead,
Shit! I would rather die than be like this.

When teenagers say you don't understand,
I feel that hopeless pain, because in fact no one can,
No movement on one side of my body,
Paralyzed down to one side.

Stuck in a wheelchair,
Can't hold my grandchildren,
Can't give them the love they deserve,
And you want to tell me you understand?
Get down to this wheelchair and you will fucking understand.

Kind of love I was taught about

Inculcation's,
Not the metaphoric or the biologic kind,
Not the slide through and make your eyes blind kind,
Definitely not the shutter and flare kind,
Not the breeze through kind,
It’s the infectious kind.


Inculcation's,
It’s not the fair and kind kind,
But the grab someone on the shoulder kind,
The punch them on the face kind,
The kick them when they are already down kind,
The wrench them with a knife kind.


Inculcation's,
The set them apart kind,
The divide and rule them kind,
The manipulative kind,
The I will take all for myself kind,
The I don't accept the different kind.


Inculcation's,
Why teach love then hate another kind,
Why judge the different kind,
Why not embrace every kind,
That's not the kind of love I was taught about.

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

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