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Amnesty

Was born innocently
Corrupted quickly
In a corrupt family
Drugs
Alcohol
Lies, abuse
Cheating and violence
Covered up with (silence)
This is what I digested
“You are what you eat”
No surprise at what was manifested
Attempting to purge it everyday

Broken
With a mask that said I had it together
But inside unraveling
Emotions as unpredictable as the weather
Skin as tough a leather
Protection=self-preservation
Self hatred
Low self esteem

unable to properly express
unable to process
I made a multitude of mistakes
hurt myself and others

Now
as I am working on myself
still making mistakes
I asked for forgiveness
have been forgave
and in this chaos
of correction and healing myself and the wounds I caused
I seek Amnesty

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Ugly

Hypocrite
Delusional
Simple-minded
Casual
Pseudo-intellectual
Hiding behind a mask of niceties
But shackled down by your hypocrisies
Please
Ignore my ignorance
Didn’t know you were so
Ignorant
Dependent on your illusion
White Anglo-Saxon christian
Not the least repentant
Of the daily thoughts you hide
But swear up and down
That you’re…..
PURE
Angry when the truth is approached
You recoil
Or stick your head in the sand
Don’t be angry with me
Just listen to me
If I’m not talking about you then calm down
All white people aren’t bad
All Christians aren’t bad
All black people aren’t bad
All __________ aren’t bad
I am just angry
I am just frustrated
I am just sad
That WE deflect
Deny
Lie
That we are hypocrites
That we are a flawed people
And in the period of my life
I am seeing things
Oh, I am seeing things
Clearly
And it is real ugly


Battlegrounds

On the battlefield is
The battle cry
Enemy?
Ally?
Those who win
Are the one’s who don’t die?
Regardless, families cry
And
Children that rely
On their mother or father
Are left in the streets
To find food and water
While we spend outragous costs
To fight wars already lost
Before the battle plan is even drawn up
The innocent a statistic
The dead collatoral damage
The poor survivors at a disadvantage
Because they’re an after thought
In a war forever fought
On the battlegrounds
Of our misplaced hearts


No I Didn’t

No I did not go to Vacation Bible School
and I did not grow up in the church
and I
was not raised with a “Christian Foundation”
but I felt God pick me up off the ground
with blood shot eyes
high and drunk
coming down and hung-over
I felt God pick me up
with his love
and there I knew him
No I
did not go to a Christian college
and I
did not go to Seminary
nor did I study much Theology
until later in life
But I know why Jesus sat with the
Tax collectors
and why

he went to the Samaritan woman

because God came to me the same way
I truly understand
first hand
what it means to be SAVED

and would not change my path for anything

my perspective is unique because of my life

and we must understand and Respect each others


progress

Progress is….

knowing when your time is up, and letting it go

growing up and taking responsibility for lifes hiccups

but having faith that God will carry you when you are weak

progress is….

feeling okay that you are broke

happy that you’re wife and children have food

and a roof over their head

progress is….

letting go of that fast four-seater mustang dream

and waking up

comfortable behind a white Honda minivan that gets the family safe to

destinations

progress is…

forgiving friends that wronged you

but

understanding that you still have alot of healing to deal with

progress is…

progress

little by little

not measuring it and defining success

for it is a lifelong

progression


Reasons I weep

Lost childhood
Poor forgotten
The abused overlooked and blamed
Youth labeled as lost
Families splintered
Power misguided
Feel misunderstood
Humans cold and hungry
All responsible
Have done many wrongs
Not forgiven self
Memories come up often
I think of my mother
I think of my siblings lives
Relationship with my father
And it still hurts, although stronger
I work to use my experiences for Gods glory
While healing more
Day by day
By His grace
Patience
Love and faithfulness