Epiphany

There are a lot of words people use to describe Christianity

There is a birth, a cross, a God, a resurrection, a spirit for the lost

This is not the sum of the story but people add in their marks

They scribble their ideas in pen and come back to correct their mistakes.

They change the storyline

Never changing the narrator

Always claiming Him as creator

I change my mind as a christian

As if drawing lines is the mission

Making either or the condition

Falling in line with only your tradition

I see it more than one way

Perspective should change the things that I say

It has changed the way that I pray

But you say it’s not good enough

This journey is tough

But my mental is screaming enough is enough

Can I get more water in my cup

Running over has stopped and I’m calling your bluff

You the humans you lie to my face

Taking divinity and comparing it to human race

First the color of my skin

But let’s not focus on race

On a mission to save face

Then who I love is a disgrace

White girl clinches her mace

Searching for protection from the blackness

Who will protect her from the black man’s

Power

Yell power power from Trump tower

Looking at me is like looking fear in the face

You marvel at your success

Mine has limited access

Talking to me is something you check off a list

You have no desire to love

The warmth of love feels brisk

Your whiteness is above

My blackness is below

You put us 6 ft deep because you’ll stoop that low

So much effort to erase the blacks

The invisible LGBTQ and women attacks

Holding up a sign don’t mean you got my back

Where are the Christians who remember the cross

Who know that my Jesus was an other-including black

That God is big and makes up for what we lack

Where are the Christians that got my back

The cross you burned for my people’s death

You hide behind the wealth

You shot my brother for not wearing a belt

If I say I can’t catch my breath

I can’t call for help

But still

I will post this on my blog

There I safely etch in all my disbelief

Maybe one day you’ll talk to me

Maybe one day my passions will be worthy

Maybe the God I serve will have believers who believe in me.

Maybe this whole thing is just an epiphany

I am for God and I am for people knowing God. That’s all God wants.

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