I know we haven't met yet, or it's possible that we have & didn't realize it, but I just wanted to say that I love you. The stride of your walk. The touch of your skin. The softness of your kiss. Our deep conversations. The way you hold me and tell me everything will be okay.
I love that smile. The way you build me up and believe in my dreams just as I believe in yours. The way you check me when I'm wrong and even the way you roll your eyes when I'm right. Our passionate love making sessions. Babygirl, you have no idea the amount of pleasure that is waiting for you, and not just in the physical sense. Let me show you how deep my love goes. Don't be afraid to open your heart to me. We may not always see eye to eye but I will love and protect you until my last breath. And once my life here on earth ends, I will wait for you wherever I may be so I can love you all over again.
As I look back over my life I wonder why no one gets me. I mean…people see me but they don’t really know me. My heart is pure. When I love, I give my all. Usually I don’t receive the same in return which is why I try to keep those feelings to myself. What I’ve found is that most people look right through me. I’m a gentle soul and sometimes I feel so invisible. That feeling is indescribable. To feel so deeply and to be bypassed by so many. No words can express the way that I feel…except…misunderstood. So I’ll leave it there and pray that eventually someone will understand.
Imagine how it feels to walk past a vehicle and hear the car doors lock once the driver sees you. Imagine how it feels to see a woman clutch her purse a little tighter at the sight of you. Imagine how it feels to be in line at a store and the customer in front of you drops money, can’t find it and automatically looks at you under the assumption that you took it. Imagine how it feels when you’re shopping and an employee follows you around the store. Imagine how it feels to purchase something you don’t need just because you don’t want anyone to think you stole anything. Imagine how it feels to be asked, in a demeaning tone, “is that you’re real voice or your professional voice?”
Imagine how it feels to be terrified to pull over when you see those flashing lights behind you. Imagine how it feels to think twice about asking for assistance from a police officer. Imagine how it feels to be seen as a threat before you’re seen as a human being. Imagine how it feels to be imprisoned for a crime you did not commit because you fit the description. Imagine how it feels for a moment when others around you are shown a joke about Neil Armstrong and when it gets to you the person asks do you even know who he is. Imagine how it feels when people are surprised by the fact that you are able to speak intelligently and hold a thoughtful conversation. Imagine how it feels to wake up every day and be inundated with the deaths of people that look like you and their murderers are not punished. Imagine how it feels to hear your fellow countrymen say that those victims deserved to die because of their pasts. Then imagine how it feels to voice these concerns and be told that you’re imagining things and it’s all in your head. You should get over it and stop “pulling the race card” because your feelings are invalid. Imagine how it feels. Open your mind and open your heart before you open your mouth. We are not the enemy.
Am I a target because I am black?
Am I a target because I am gay? I thought we were all human. I thought we were all one. Land of the free, home of the brave? What am I missing? Why do I bleed and you smile? Why do tears stream down my face while you laugh? Are you not my brother? Are you not my sister? What am I missing? Land of the free, home of the brave? I fight for you. I bleed for you. Am I not equal? What am I missing? I love you, why do you not love me? I cry for you. Do you not cry for me? My brother, my sister. My heart aches for you. We are one. Together we are strong. Divided we are doomed to fail. Open your eyes. My brother, my sister. I need you just as you need me. We are all different and yet in some ways the same. I am as the Creator made me. I am an American. My brother, my sister. I am a human. Just like you.
I saw the cross on my neck and heard the Christians in my ear.
I started to rip the cross off my neck then I felt Him near. "Don't let them pull you away, don't let them lead you astray. I do love you and that's what you need to know." I can't do this anymore! Why do they hate us? Do you not love us? Is it you pushing us away? Everyday my faith grows weaker. I swear it. I mean it. They say you hate me and with all my heart I don't believe it. I feel you here next to me. Breathing life into me. I need you now more than ever Lord. Can you hear me? What do I need to do? I give my life up to you. I'm not sure what to do. All I know is to trust you. You're everything to me. In my breath, what I bleed. Hear me Lord because your people are deaf to me. |
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