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The Help

My job is to wait for a calling.  Help those who have no one at all and then fall back when I’ve helped enough. Falling back hurts though, but what else am I supposed to do when my mouth is tired of talking.  I get tired of people and become robotic. Unable to function because there are daggers in my chest and if I move too fast my heart will bleed. I silence myself for protection. It’s called the silent treatment for a reason. it’s the best remedy for a poet with a sharp mouth piece.  People will show you when they want you to shut up; so don’t speak. Silence Can be filled with inner turmoil or peace. Lately it’s been a war between both entities. Not  being able to speak with the ones you love is appalling. Bodies depart but the essence of love remains.   I have no control over where the lord places me, and obedience is a charm of mines, so I adapt to my placement perfectly. I was reliable, patient, loving and kind. I sacrificed for my sisters. I watched faulty circumstances c

Connections

Wake up Don’t let the ones who neglect you confuse you   The forbidden fruit is what caused us to see skin, what caused us to have greed, pride and jealousy, its what caused us to cover up and hide from God. We should really check our mentality. I am no better than the Asian lady who does my nails, I am no better than my White/Hispanic best friend or the Mexican server at my favorite dine in. My savior is not black, white, Asian or Hispanic he stepped foot on earth before there was a such thing called “race”. I am connected to people through spirit not skin. I admire blue eyes and brown eyes if they speak truth from within. We should be able to enjoy all people from all nationalities, with any complexion. light skin, dark skin it shouldn’t matter to begin. don’t build yourself up to where you knock others down, we were created in God’s image equally. Remove yourself from the flesh and connect with others soulfully, connect with people through ways that your eyes cannot reac