Apple, Twist, Candy Cane: Part Two
I wonder how I can remain in a church that denies or dismisses these atrocities as “part of God’s Plan,” when the God I have come to know is all-loving. The only thing I can reason is that God is all-loving, but His people are not.
Am I one of those people?
Apple, Twist, Candy Cane: Part one
White, Red, Yellow, Black. Not fish, But people. Or rather, Their skin. A simple shade that has both nothing and yet everything to do with who they are. With who I am.
A Child’s Prayer
I never believed much in thoughts and prayers—they seemed to be a silly strategy to me. But I am scared, and I believe in prayer about as much as I believe in anything else these days. God, forgive me for wishing prayers worked.
Confession
I hide. I also ask and ask and ask. They say I sin by trusting truth more than the lies.
Maybe I’m The Problem
For an hour and a half the tears build
It’s me I’m the problem
I lose control, making a scene in front of everyone
But everyone is only you, just you and me
WRITTEN IN A RAINBOW NOTEBOOK
“Once you’ve shown someone technicolor, there’s no turning on the black and white.”
Thoughts Of A Biracial Child Of Divorce
You can’t say “it’s not about race”
When my white family is justifying
His claims
But my brown family
Is afraid and devastated
That who we voted for
Did not win