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WAKE UP !

TAKE UP 

YOUR CROSS 
AND 
DIE TO YOURSELF 
WE’RE DEFLECTING 

NOT REFLECTING 

ON THE RESURRECTION 

WHILE HE’S HEAPING HELPING 

AFTER HELPING 

AT THE FEAST 

WHERE WE ARE WELCOME !
JUDAS ISCARIOTS 

SIMON PETERS 

MIRRORING THE ACTIONS 

OF THE “HEATHENS”
BECOMING ONE WITH THE WORLD 

THROUGH TRICKS OF 

ISOLATION 

DEGRADATION

PERSUASION 
WELL, LET ME PERSUADE YOU

AND WHILE I’M AT IT, MYSELF : 
THE CROSS HAD A PURPOSE 

MAN HAS USURPED 

BUT HE’S IN POWER 

NOT THAT WE COWER 

IN THE FINAL HOUR
“IT IS FOR FREEDOM 

THAT WE’VE BEEN SET FREE ”
HOW LONG UNTIL 

THIS SINKS IN ?

AND WE TAKE THE WIN ?

BEGIN AGAIN ?

Hiding 

I wasn’t meant for hiding 

Chiding

Writhing

Chastising my inner 

For what was hidden 

No!

I wasn’t meant to play 

This hide and seek game

Where you know me by name 

But don’t truly know me 

I wasn’t made for highlight reels 

Just so you could get an 

Unreal feel 

Of who I am 

I wasn’t made to live in darkness 

Harnessed 

Parked there 

Bystanders Unaware 

Or when exposed 

“Look out, beware”

I was made for the open 

The light 

And the hoping 

I was made to help focus

Hocus pocus 

Our attention on what’s magical 

A fully, vulnerable soul 

The things you don’t learn at school 

See, we’ve been made to be quiet 

But “not I” says the woman 

Who was truant 

Now fluent 

In imperfections 

And flaws

Without pause 

For I wasn’t meant for hiding.

Faces 

A lot in recent events has me in this dance between absolute abhorrence but then realizing my responsibility is that much greater. 

Talked to a friend today , a friend that shares differing political views than me. This is ok. Absolutely ok. 

He asked me my thoughts. I gave them without sprinkling a sugar coating over top, of course. But followed up with my now realization that it is absolutely up to me.

To be informed.

To immerse myself in things I’m uncomfortable with.

To really delve into what this means for me and my family. 

So, I had this conversation this week that I couldn’t get over. Without giving major details, this friend/acquaintance of mine works at a very stressful position in linking up children and families with necessary things. She is currently working with a family that includes a mother who has fled her country. A mother who has slept in trash bags while fleeing for her family’s safety. A “refugee” or “immigrant” or “illegal alien”. 

I rather prefer to call her a woman. A mom. A FIGHTER. Strong. Courageous. Brave. 

I tell you this because of the following. 

We all are friends here on social media, in person, on the Internet , in public. And we all hold very strong beliefs , which likely won’t be swayed through this post or any other. BUT!!!!!!! 

There is always a face.

There is a face to the woman.

There are faces to her children. 

There is a face that belongs to the woman working with the family.

There are faces to these immigrants, illegal aliens. There are faces to the Muslim family. There is a face that belongs to the homosexual. 

I think sometimes our labels come without a face,Without realizing that these are ACTUAL people we are talking about. Not cartoon characters. Not characters in a book. Not people in some far away, imaginary land.

No, real, alive, breathing mankind.

So I wrote the following: 
Faces 

Traces 

Of places 

They’ve been 

Where they were unhinged 

Being binged 

By the lustful

Distrustful 

Hustlers 

The faces 

The races 

Of His people 

The equal

That we feel the need to 

Loophole 

The faces 

That hold tears 

Jeers 

And a thousand fears 

We will never have to know

The blow of

Status quo 

May we starting saying no 

And open our homes

And our hearts 

And our hands

For this is our fellow man: 

All The faces 

With all The traces

On all The races

From all The places

Grace is 

Getting what we don’t deserve 

Ball with a curve

Unexpected 

Was Wrecked 

But love affected 

Our very checkered 

Selves 

Isn’t this the same He

That can set free ? 

“THAT” humanity 

Stop the policy 

And the degrees

Modern day slavery 

And just be 

The we 

That heeds 

To the needs 

Of the faces 

With grace. 

Thanks for reading . ☺️☺️
(And watching if you look below) 

From the Hood of A Child

Face down

Frownin’

From the waist down

Walking

From the neck up

Sulking

Chalking it up to the way it’s gonna be

Chin up

No luck

Still stuck

Commanded

Demanded

Reprimanded

Hardly standing

Muted

Hooded

Rooted 

In fear

Afraid to show face

No grace

Erased

Low

Only a shadow

Copy of the master

Disaster

Has to

Self destruct 

Erupt 

Fist up

Defenseless but defensive

Never wins

Pensive

Seeks revenge

Unhinged

But my father!

My rock

My guide

My master

The one that created this disaster

And I gotta ask

“Did you have to win?”

If so

A long time ago

I would’ve given in

Just hand me the gin

Sinking in

I could do it myself

Don’t care how I felt

Drink it down

Happy now?

Erased

Replaced

Now your slave

Wear the hood that you gave

To hide my face

Taste

And see

No more good

Beneath the hood 

Yet there I stood

Still don’t know how I could

Pressure Peers

Peers that put pressure 

Mess with your 

View of self 

Go along with the rest

Test 

Pressed

In on all sides

To do what they do

You do

Voodoo

On who

They tell you to

Unable to think

Give you a wink 

And a nod

To go in that direction

Stressing 

The importance that you be like them

On a whim

Trim 

Same skin

Boxed in

Look the part

Throw the dart

At who you really are

Acting 

While they clapping

Cracking 

Up

Finally got caught

Cause you forgot

Them- you are not 

How much do we do because someone expects it?

Check it

We’ve wrecked it

Gave them the reigns

Put ourself back in chains

Now we’re to blame

Framed

For false pretenses

Fake images

Making copies and printing ’em

Handing them out by the hundreds

Mind stunted

Shunned

Grab the gun

Pull the trigger 

Cause we aren’t who we are

Far

Reality charred

Scarred

Marred 

For lack of integrity  

Dishonesty

Contrary 

To who I was made to be

One Thousand White Women

I feel like if you want to learn some good life nuggets, start a fight. 

For someone.

For a people group. 

Or against someone that wasn’t your person. 

(And by fight , I hardly mean to be an aggressor. Rather, drown out those tapes with those same voices from that person that never was your person.) 

If you want to learn some truth about yourself, wage a war against voices saying what you have to be, look like or act like.

I feel like then you will be stripped and left with truth and wisdom to go forward.

You will no longer reflect all those “shoulds”, “woulds” and “coulds”.

Am is all that will be left.

Below is a quote from the current book I’m reading :

“In my case, war was a stern teacher of truth, if not wisdom.” 

-Jim Fergus, “One Thousand White Women”

WISH

I wish we didn’t have to try

Have to lie

Have to hide

But it’s what we’re taught 

Is it not?

From baby to now

Put on the shroud 

On knees we bow

To expectations

Degradation 

Even our conversations 

It’s surface

Truth curtained 

But really hurting 

How are you?

Fine, next line ? 

It’s the same rhythm and rhyme

Can’t take it

Makes my stomach ache

When I witness fake 

I’m Cringing 

While they bingeing 

On making each other feel like they’re winning

High fives 

Over gapped thighs 

Exercises

Contoured lines

Made up eyes

Glossy images

To keep reality in cages

Truth be told

Be it bold 

Not gonna fold 

Gonna play the hand 

Take a stand 

Be myself and 

Wish that it catches on