Stardust and scar’s trust

I am made of skin and bones,

Nails, sweat, tears, the ocean, hair, the words out of my mouth every day since I learned how to speak, every word said to me, every book I’ve ever read

And the mistakes I could regret

But choose to refer to in the future

A list of do and done but not do not

Because I’d there’s anything I’ve learned

It’s that experience is worth it if you let it be

A man I knew over a screen told rooms full of people that he had spent so much time teaching people and they all left to create their dream with what he taught

And when he said it he spat it with venom

Shrugged

Body language; body slumped

He reminded me of another man I only ever saw on a screen

Whose name rhymes with rump.

But this man was trying to teach

A room ful of people

To lead his life’s ambition for him

never leave him behind them

But

That’s not how the world was really made

Why are we so obsessed with slaves?

So ready to create

With mass destruction

Ready to capture others and put them into action for our plan,

Not theirs.

To only believe in one god is to be deceived, to allow the fox into the henhouse and to let go of all possibility outside of this social norm, this construct constructed with the purpose only to control the masses and by that those who weren’t white men at mass, those that got lynched, beat, raped, murdered, whether it was a slave, servant, wife or mistress, someone homeless or homely.

Our prisons are full of people who don’t look like the white man depicted in most modern day tellings of the Bible and yet it tells that HE himself spent his time with the homeless, the outcasts, the victims, the harlots.

He washed their feet and forgave them their sins but damned them for continuing to do them?

No.

He said baby live free

Live happy

Breathe easy

You’re gonna be fine.

No, it’s not all like the white man wants

The Pharisees

But it’s fine, you know?

It’s all been told before

And good isn’t as good as

You used to think

And the villains make more sense now

But they always did to me

Paint me with your paint brush any color, paint me blue, red, yellow,

You still won’t find another

That suits me more than me myself and I

I am so grateful today that I am alive.