When my soul cries out
she calls Him Elohim
When I looked it up it is the
Hebrew word for Creator
I was raised calling Him Jesus
but God or Father and Holy Spirit also works
I have heard Him called Yeshua
and Joshua but spoken
differently than my friend Josh’s
mother did when she named him
Because Mariam, or Mary was from Palestine
so her son would not look like us
And His name would have been spoke differently
More like a marriage between Hoe-Sway
But I imagine Great Spirit or Allah
can also put breath in our lungs
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There are many religions and many creation stories
But most agree we must love each other Hospitality is vital because all live here
on the earth with a limit of resources
and space and air to breathe
But what we call our Creator
doesn’t really matter as long as we call Them
and say Thank You
Because gratitude is the best foundation of any day
I don’t recommend religion
The rules can’t really feed you
But in a relationship
that is where real growth can be seen
The sky is quiet but the earth is shaking
and people are not at peace
This is called psychological frequency warfare
What you are broadcasting is creating your experience
~
Do you want to fight
Do you have to struggle
with the propaganda
being shouted from the screens
that are everywhere
~
This agitation is not cosmic
it is collective and chaos wants control Outrage, disgust and picking sides
fuels them and lowers your frequency
because low frequency people are easy to steer
~
I’m telling you we have heard this before ground yourself and drink your water
You are not here to escape earth but to stabilize it Light doesn’t fight darkness by screaming at it Body, Mind, Soul that’s the empath code
When it gets too cold
my joints curse me
and talking becomes explosive
The nerves in my face might have
taken my ability to speak but I
can still use paper and ink
This warm blanket helps me sleep
in spite of my chronic illnesses
caused by childhood traumas
~
But if I allow it this blanket will
dull my senses
It will block out the voices of
those around me
Stop me from seeing the needs
of anyone but me
Let me think that my experiences
are more important that yours
even though you wear t-shirts that say Oppressed Minority
~
You say Love is Love
but when I said we should love them too
You said I was selfish and cruel
You called me names and told me
my words were illegal
You said I wanted segregation
You told the owner on me
You suggested you might leave
so they turned on me because I am not a Xerox machine
I can’t feel the way you demand
I don’t hate you but I don’t hate them either
I also love myself and I didn’t say what you said
~
What I actually said was love
like trauma is universal
Everyone has experienced it
Maybe we could share some empathy
and work together
But what I feared is what I already knew
The people who are stuck at the far
left or the right don’t really
want change
They like their warm blankets
~
It would have meant so much
if anyone would have stood up for me while I was being attacked
and called names
when it was
in fact
you that was abusing me
You didn’t seem so fragile in that moment
But I have been the scapegoat before
and the golden child never does appear to be who they actually are
and the flying monkeys never know the role they play
They will do just about anything to keep the peace
Because that is what enablers do
~
I have been schooled on narcissists
and Honey I won’t play this game
Many White men is assholes cause they can be
They live up on they hill with the bright lights
cause they has all the money
and they stand on people like me
~
They take what they wants like its a gift
While women and children cry rape
and prisons are filled with some criminals
and people that should be free
~
They take their pictures grouped together
with they chests proud and puffed out
But the darkness shows in they eyes and policies
Sometimes they bring a women along to make you believe they lies
~
The reason a judge had to order desegregation
was sho nuf proof of evil
And hardly no fathers would send they babies
while they still wore scars of whippings and lynchings at the hands of the Invisible Empire
~
They women is working behind they backs to move forward without em
Or right there beside em because they also have felt
the whip and the rape and the holding down
They want what is promised not matter what they hafta give em
~
They tell us to hate each other the blacks, the foreigners, the transgenders
They tell us they need tax breaks
but they make me pay’m even while they cut my hours
~
They love they’s hill when the flood comes
they gets to look down on us while the shit water drowns us
and proclaim the stock market is up
so everything is fine and we should keep our chins up
~
I may not be right educated
cause they stole the school tax dollars for their fancy party
But I ain’t too stupid to know what fleecing is
I have been watching this for all of history
There’s a clown running around
showcasing a monument
we have held dear since the beginning
He has all but lit it on fire
but even that would be to no avail
The ringmasters have failed to to a thing
~
As he juggles the elephants and acrobats
the ringleaders clutch their pearls
make excuses or cry
Not any of them have removed him from the stage
Although they whine about it
with the trapeze artistswhile they posture
~
The tent pegs are a relic
written in 1778 with a quill
he has filled his pillow with
But sleeping in bedrooms is not
where this clown or our government
ever got its thrills met
~
Sweat equity of all kinds
especially from people of color or the female kind
are the ones we rape, pillage and take advantage of
And then we blame them for their need of protection
Because the clown is really a symptom and not the problem
Do you practice in the Spirit or in the law
Is it more important to have butts in the seats
Or do you walk in the Spirit and Truth
When you vote is it based on blind elephants
or break neck donkeys
Have you considered your neighbor or you queer child
What is most important to you
When you serve is it because they told you to
or is it what you want to do
~
I love the pretty advertisements
the memes about relationships and love
But at least 70 percent of people
in ICE detention centers are innocent
Have you tried to do anything about that
There are over 70 thousand people just rotting
over traffic violations not violent crimes
What part about the least of these
doesn’t qualify this part of human kind
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Love is light and Jesus is full of it
but surprisingly many Christians read dark
As I become more aware of the gift I live
I have no patience for the lies we are fed
by the spiritually bankrupt and the stagnant
I have walked with God for 45 years
I enjoy reading my bible but I don’t revere it
There is not confusion where my devotion lies
If creation can’t teach you love how can I help you hear it
~
The things humans worship are futile
power, money, things to own, even our ideas
traditions, expectations, even things that hurt us
Can tear us to bits
Can induce the building of monuments
Can cause us all to pay homage to them
Can make something innocent
Deadly
Can stoke the hell fire at our feet
~
But waiting in the silence you’re afraid of
learning who you are
It is terrifying but the best cure
Once you know yourself they can’t confuse you
There is no counterfeit you’ll accept
After you’ve tasted the real truth
Fancy dresses are for models
But if you can look yourself in the eye
You can accept how God really loves you
~
Whatever you call your Creator
If you have ever constructed something into existence
you know an intimate love
That is how much you are valued
You don’t need pews, stained glass, and special garments
to know how much you are renowned
to know any praise you can give
is reciprocated
Take a breath with the breath He put in your lungs
~
Community is wonderful
Making casseroles for people
who come to you is great
Jesus said to love God with everything you have
and love your neighbor as yourself
He said that all laws fell into these
He didn’t differentiate between nations
or neighborhoods, religions, races or caste levels
He just said to love
~
You don’t have to go to church to love God
In fact the people outside the church
are the ones Jesus broke bread with and healed
People need to be loved everywhere
In fact I have had trouble finding Him
at the churches where I am greeted by computers
ready for my online giving at the door
And the guest speaker that describes
heaven as a place that is carnal when we wont have need anymore
~
When people have asked me about heaven
beyond the light of love I don’t care I am here for my Creator
I think we will all be reconciled and I don’t need any more
If my eyeballs melted out of head
or I vomited this pain inside
The effects would probably last longer than
the migraine that was not invited
Thank God for sumatriptan
~
If I continue to rub my head
back and forth against my pillow
I might go bald
But what the fuck
I can’t see behind me anyway
~
My teeth are on fire
I had plans for tomorrow
but now I just want
my ears to stop ringing
and send the communication department on furlough
~
And then I woke up
to the burning smell
Much like racism
you wont believe that it is still burning
because your fascia is fine
~
Classism which allows everyone at the top
to do whatever they want
and makes fibromyalgia seem like a president
that could care less about a constitution written in 1778
~
How good is a document if nobody is honoring it?
It’s like a prescription that the pharmacy can’t fill
If the office never received the fax
Because my prescription is expired
Or my doctor is on leave
~
There comes a time
say after 250 years
That it is time to reestablish
the needs and expectations of We The People
We need a new prescription
~
You won’t hear me because you can’t
Your ears have been filled by Lewis Powell
and every white man who worshipped his memo
The crises The United States is in now
was dictated by a document created 1971 in the summer
~
Your mama was owned on paper
your ancestors too and maybe some of mine
And now you
We don’t call it slavery anymore but it’s a class war
Though at its finest its actually oligarchy
~
Thoughts are wonderful its where dreams begin
but CEOs and shareholders get all the bonuses
while heads of households get their hours cut
and on paper I could pay off my credit card every month
under the last administration
~
Now I live in a pressure suit
My fascia is deteriorating
When I try to speak truth to lies
The nerves in my face erupt when you argue with me
Tripping over paper is enlightening
She stands on top of Black ancestors shoulders
taught to read by White women
creating change the only way they knew how
The ones who came before her
paved the way
so as a Black Lesbian
she can hold my White hand
~
Mama was a slave before she was freed
by legislation that can never be complete
Because the hearts of men humanity can never be decreed
Mama taught her to hate no one
because being mulatto means
the founding fathers are skin deep
~
The United States has celebrated 250 years
and she is very proud Army is written not only on her chest
Are we perfect or is the fight over?
Hell no!
But the fact that we are here
Is a gratitude that she needs to speak
~
We don’t agree on politics
because I want to protect her
I see how hard she tries and I hate
how many taxes she pays
But I love her
and we love each other
and we love The United States
~
She’s a republican and a moderate
I have been a republican
a democrat, an independent, and disenfranchised
My gentle soldier solutes her flag
and I pray for us
Both kinds of allegiance speak of heritage
~
What is legacy but traditions and values
passed forth from those who came first
But when will we stop being victims
of the imbalance of power in relationships
meant to sustain the system
When will we stop honoring and treat the traumas
So we will actually all know the same freedoms
~
Favorite customs have been celebrated
but too many secrets have not been told
She loves what she knows
I want the light to be let in
I want the oligarchs to pay
the same percentage she owes
Instead of us closing our eyes at their rape and their uneven scales
now that would make America great
Maybe it’s the flower moon
Maybe it’s your birthday coming up
But I seem to be pulling weeds
And letting things go Tears fall for all reasons
Some for you because
You have been with me in all seasons
~
Of all my sisters
You were truly God-given
I found you in math class
Mr. Smith had trouble
keeping our attention
But our hearts knew the final answer
We were safe together
~
We have been through hell together
of all kinds
We have proven it is not a final destination
but a place right here
when people choose not to love
Even when I had to grow without you
I found you on the other side
~
Out of all the people in the world
you have earned the name Sister
You and my wife have won my trust
You’re the only one that checks on
both of us
My chosen family is small
but mighty indeed
~
You are the one who taught me to be brave
You are the one who has given
as much as you take
No one in my lineage
can compare to you
And for that Jamie
it is your heart that makes you great
~
Jesus taught me to love
You showed me what it looks like
even when it is all you have
That sometimes it is brutal honesty
when I have no idea what to say
Sometimes it is radical acceptance
of all of what makes me, me
~
You gave me freedom to use the wings
I didn’t know I had
I have seen the humanity in you
It is feral sometimes
because when you have looked at death
You know how to fight
I know how to love you
You were supposed to love me
and you failed
I told you and you didn’t care
If you have been thinking
I am coming back
I am not
~
Let me go
~
You had many chances
I gave you so many
more than I allotted to everyone else
I didn’t even blame you
when it was your fault
For years I let you slide
~
Let me go
~
It doesn’t matter if I love you
If you love me
it’s not enough Your love is not enough
It costs me what money can’t buy
How do you weigh equity on peace
~
Let me go
~
I’m not coming back
You made your choice
and I am not it
I have my own wife now
I understand
and I can’t abide what you did to your first
~
Let me go
~
That bitch of yours wants to judge me
it doesn’t matter which one
I am referring to
They are cut from the same cloth
They both have daggers
They both have destroyed their own
~
Let me go
~
You have made quite the mess
Your selfishness has paid you in kind
I used to think you were Superman
But I know you are like a lot of men
That small head of yours
is braver than you are
~
Let me go
~
I am writing this for every woman
who has been betrayed
by the man who was
supposed to love her first
I am your first born
But you left me first
~
Let me go
~
The fact that I still feel your household
reaching out to me
My spirit feels tired of the pull
How long will you allow them to hate me
The letter I wrote said I want nothing
They can literally have everything but me
I am Yours
No matter how many rings
I put on my ears and nose
fingers and toes
I am just a human You chose to love
~
Whether I wear silver or gold
purple or nothing
You are the reason I breathe
Regardless of my stature among men
or how many dollars I can sweep together
You are what defines me
~
It doesn’t matter if
I am good or bad
You decided I am Yours
Even if I never comprehend my holiness
My newness in You
It is still mine Because You said so
Have you ever looked at your reflection and thought
This is not me
or wow I have been through something
Have you watched yourself change
and not known what to do
Have you rejoiced in your return
Have you seen yourself in a gallery
and recognized all the different parts of you
Have you rebuked the evil Repented
and invoked the reverent power inside of you at will
Said hello to the part of you that is always soft but strong
You have the power of life and death in your tongue
Have you seen it
The only person you have the right to command
is yourself
But do you revere the one in the mirror
or do you write laws for others
I know you think we should all abide by the same rules
but it just isn’t that easy
My mind lies to me
and I have to live with it
If your mind tells you
you are a girl
when you have the parts of a boy
Whatever you have to do find peace
sounds like survival to me
But you might need to respect
the survivors around you too
We all have our own scars
I can’t carry yours
That’s why they are yours
In this moment I feel You
I can hear the praises
my soul sings to You
in words I don’t know
but I can feel them love You
~
Like the first breeze after a hot flash
or muscles that have been held in place too long
that are free to stretch out
and dance to music only i can hear
You are the only One
I want to worship
~
I know I fail sometimes
In my humanity I am weak
But when I repent
When I remember who You are Grace is amazing
Even though you suggested
my head be removed
because I don’t agree with you
I don’t hate you I have decided
I don’t have any energy for that
~
Implying that I am not worthy of consideration
or being heard
Even as I argued your point
From a different perspective
No matter what every person is important and I don’t care if you want to stay the same
~
Some of this rage is absolutely mine
but I am done being angry
or guilty of feeding
Your inner emotional vampire
I am inspired from the transmutation
of anger to creativity
~
I know you require my life force
but it’s not available
I have been working on Light Containment Management
to keep you from manipulating
what is mine
~
See you on the other side
of this Planetary Detox Event
I’ll be the one who can look myself in the eyes
I don’t think you hate me
It is natural to be scared of
people who can do what you can’t
The ringing in my ears
swings between the normal hum
and somewhere beyond octaves I can’t sing
My eyes weep involuntarily
in time with the pulsing in my cheeks
My face is not literally on fire
but the nerves are not making
life fun these days
~
My wrists have been singing to me all week
and my ankles answer back
While lying down I realize I don’t know
how long I have been pointing and flexing
my toes as if I was preparing to dance
I went off Methotrexate
to make sure my shingles vaccine worked
Karen asked if I noticed a difference
It’s hard to say
~
I applied Deep Blue Stick liberally
and more than usual yesterday
I just broke out the Sumatriptan
I can take one more in an hour and a half
if this migraine doesn’t break
I hope the pills are successful
I am out of the cannabis product that works for me
Piano music is playing
The diffuser is going with Breathe and On Guard
The blackout curtains are doing their job
I just cancelled plans with Mom
~
Being Chronic is no joke
~
I must have passed out
I imagine this is the feeling of a weighted blanket
The medicine triumphed
But moving is very difficult
It takes much thought and devotion
When my face spasms
I see an image of a brain being squeezed
while I press on my face
I forgot about the burning smell
I will go back to sleep now
that I have documented this for
future moments of inspection
~
Today is just beginning but it is already over
Being Chronic is no joke
There is more than one frequency
that I pick up on
Not just what the world demands
and my sick body requires
but what my Spirit sings to me Words most of us don’t want to hear
~
I am very aware of what I need
I have walked on this earth
I am well read
You did not show up for me
when I needed you God has always taught me well
He wants me to forgive you
~
My capacity to love is vast
My ability to forgive is impressive
The art of teaching you is another story
Because you know what you know
You don’t want to know more
You think you know everything
so you don’t listen
~
To be so sure of everything is decadent
I don’t know anyone that rich
Even my own body betrays me
I should be so much more without
If I accepted the lies it tells me
But instead I embrace all the joy I can find
I will get to the todo list in time
~
I am the Beloved
but I am only that to Him
In this world
I am many other things
They are heavy and hard to carry
I can’t accept more burdens from you
I wont carry what you have for me
~
My pack is full
of things you are afraid to talk about Racism, Queerphobia and Chronic Illness are all part of my life
I can’t afford to hate them
when we share the same mirror
Otherwise what is the point of hope?
What I think is important too
~
If I choose to forgive you
even if you don’t apologize
how many rooms will I have shut off from you
inside myself
because you refuse to see me?
I know you have your own burdens
you have told me about them all my life
I don’t need you to tell me how to carry mine
On this 16th day of March 2026
I know this day is giving
The prophets I have listened to
agreed that this day was
one reason we are all twitterpated
~
You are holy
All knowing
You created this day and me
I don’t know anything about aura
But I thought I was seeing something golden
Instead it was a prism
of jewel tones
Like a crown if You were to wear one
Like You have called me
~
Every sound is profound
I feel them
Even as the nerve pain has
made it quite painful to speak
So painful it has a taste
So I write
You are holy You are here I am in You
~
So I wait for what is to come
because waiting is a practice Listening is a skill Hearing is a process Living is a gift
~
All Hail the King
not the one on the throne
the one that demands glory
respects no one and gives little
But the one in my heart
Who showed me what love is
so I could love Him
and my neighbor
and calls me His Beloved
Whatever you want
Whatever you need
Anything you want done, baby
I’ll do it naturally ‘Cause I’m every woman (Every woman)
It’s all in me
It’s all in me
I have always loved Whitney Houston. I have belted out Great Love of All and Jesus Loves Me, in her style more times than I can count. Even the way I sing The Star Spangled Banner is inspired by her. When I was a teenager I would dance to I Wanna Dance with Somebody until my legs would give out. When I would play Barbies, I wore out two Whitney dolls and Whitney and Ken were always the Houstons and no one was allowed to play with those dolls but me.
I watched the movie Whitney the other day. In it I saw a wonderfully talented woman. But all she really wanted was to be a wife and mother. Yet, she was more wanted than her husband. And to be that talented and to be that successful, she could only do it with a cocaine habit and the unfaltering support of him. So his talent was set aside. Her desires were forgotten. She died young. So did their only daughter.
In a scene where Bobby Brown‘s best friend was murdered, he calls Whitney, who has just walked off stage to get a sip of a beverage. They hand her the phone and he tells her what has happened. She listens. She tells him she will handle everything. Then she pulls her shoulders back and goes back on stage.
I never lived at that height of success but I know what that feels like. I know what it feels like to be everything to everyone but yourself. I know what it feels like to be in high school and have 3 part time jobs, be the family chauffer, help pay the household bills, not just drop them off, but actually pay some of them. Before I had a driver’s license, I would go grocery shopping on my bicycle. I know what it is like to make clothes for myself and people in my house. I know what it is like to not go to school because a sibling is sick. Or not go to work because someone is sick that I didn’t give birth to.
When one sibling got a chronic illness we did a fundraiser walk as a family. When I got 13 of them. Nothing.
When all my siblings got married, one twice, and one to a person of the same gender, they got the wedding and the gifts. Me nothing.
I am not angry. I was hurt. But I am a strong woman. And I know what love is. I did everything I did because I know what love is.
Anything you want done, baby
I’ll do it naturally
I’m every woman
It’s all in me
I can read your thoughts right now
Everyone, from A to Z
Whoa, whoa, whoa
At some point. An exact point, actually, I knew I had to choose me. Cancer makes things really clear. The only person, besides Jesus, that actually chose me was Karen G Clemenson. I was always told that people loved me in their own way and I had learned that most people’s way left me without what I needed: to be seen and heard and respected. But Karen, she got me. Well, so did Jamie Holloway, but true heart sisters are a gift from God and she is the greatest!
I am not a magician. The rest of Whitney’s song is kind of mystical for me but it is fun to dance to. But I know the rest of Whitney’s story and I can’t go out like that. I have things to do. God made me to not fit in and to tell the truth. I am made to stand up and share things as I learn them because I am a leader; a profit. It’s not an easy job. I get tired easily and I have to watch who I give my energy to.
I was neither given, nor did I choose an easy life. But I have love and I have honor. I wish the same for you.
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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven. For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Jesus Follower, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information. If you are interested in becoming a Jesus Follower…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.
If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this: Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world. I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me. I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.
I was raised in a conservative church and
a conservative family
I did what I was told
but I read my bible
because I enjoyed it
My understanding was in part
but I was diligent
~
I served
If I did what was expected
I got the stuff I needed
But I was not heard
My heart often held my un-cried tears
~
Now Jesus had found me
at a young age
and He had been my guide
when I was often alone
He was the teacher
who knew the most
who heard me when I cried
His warmth was my clarification
~
When I left the church
and then the family
He was the one that remembered me
He was the one that taught me to love
Jesus knows how to listen
He knows the power
of asking questions
of honoring each person He created
~
Jesus understands persecution
He knows what it feels like
to not be heard in your hometown
He knows what it feels like to not be able to go home
He knows I want to be real
~
People who stand on top of bibles
and use them as weapons
and not as a love letter make me sad
Not only are they hurting
the people they target
The people they decided
God doesn’t want
They are hurting themselves too
~
If you don’t let your Beloved chase you
however will you know
that you know
how far He will go
if the crucifixion wasn’t enough
~
Because people who stand on bibles
who make laws
more important than people
are telling you that Christ’s death on the cross
was not enough
His choice to die for all of us
is circumstantial
~
But the direct evidence indicates
that when Israel
continued to choose lust, pride and greed
when they broke God’s heart repeatedly and still do Jesus died for all of us
~
When Jesus was here
He ate with sinners
the people the church people
would not be seen with
the people they could be punished
for partying with
because Jesus knew
with them them He could be real
~
I haven’t learned to trust
most people yet
But with Jesus
I can be real
With everyone else boundaries are my friend
~
A note about the art. I was at a loss about what to use and I decided to google “I Want to be Real” and was overwhelmed with these images. So I went with it.
I was a hypocrite once
I was so well trained that I didn’t know who I was
I didn’t have words or experience or reason to think in
any other way until I did
And so I said things like
I can understand gay people
but bisexual doesn’t make sense
You have to choose
What is wrong with transgender people? God doesn’t make mistakes
~
For years I was confused
I went to a Christian therapist and tried to pray it away
Blame it on Karen
Both my therapist and I prayed for Karen
I couldn’t be queer
I had loved Monte
But when I asked God for a partner there was Karen
My therapist’s ministry could not be connected to me
after I married Karen but I understand why
I knew the lingo
~
When I began to search I found that sex is more than genitalia
It’s more than DNA
It’s how you think
How you speak
How you move
How you express who you are
I was right that God doesn’t make mistakes
But sometimes humans
can’t see something hidden more than skin deep
~
No one would choose to be queer or transgender
But we should not have to fight to exist
Laws should not be made
so that we can’t use the bathroom
or marry who we love
Laws should not have to be made
to make sure we can get
housing or a job
We don’t deserve to be hated
just because we aren’t lying about who we are
~
So many people lie about who they are
They cheat on their partners and themselves
They say they love God
but they are not generous or kind
They tell people how they should live
while they hide who they really are
While they hate themselves and think small
While they hurt people and
say one thing in public
and a very different thing in private
~
I think we should all
be free to love ourselves Tobe honest
To find beauty in all kinds of people
Because God made us all
and God understands that it is really hard
for some of us to live on this earth
And the choices I make are
for He and I to talk about
And He will talk to you about yours
~
And since God is not a man
outside of Jesus
but God is Jesus and Spirit
God is a They
so They understand more
than we give Them credit for
I see your arguments
your hateful comments
about people with brown skin
that you have never met
I see your praise of a leader that doesn’t lead
but drags people around in shoes that don’t fit
because they are afraid of him
~
At least 27 women
and 2 little girls have said
he hurt them
He has been found guilty of 34 felonies
Yet you never ask any questions
~
As of April 10, 2026
$28 billion dollars has been
flushed down the toilet
on a war in Iran
Where not one of Trump’s goals have been met
but you still praise him
~
$170 billion dollars has been given by Congress
to fund buying and renovating buildings
and arresting and detaining immigrants
but only 300 immigrants have been deported this year
Why are we holding them?
Why don’t you care
that our tax dollars are hurting people?
~
You are so concerned about taxes, taxes, taxes
You are so concerned about
rights, but not responsibility
You are so concerned about
the unborn
but don’t concern yourself with the alive
~
My best friend and I
have looked death in the eye
more than once
We know the value of life
and you stupid people
know nothing about
what is important
~
You talk about people like they are garbage
But most of you will never meet
the Trump Administration
yet you trust them
while they line their pockets
with government contracts for their family and friends
and you swallow their lies like it is honey
~
Don’t tell me that Muslims are evil
You know nothing about Jesus
if you did
you would know that every person is important
~
12 days before One Big Beautiful Bill was brought before Congress
so was H.B. 3289
Congress knew The Treasury was about to to claim
The United States insolvent and we can’t pay our bills
Yet under this corrupt regime we keep spending money
A bill that would force Congress to create a balanced budget was swept under the rug
But let’s keep blowing things up
Because Trump said so
Please wait...
