Poem: Seek Justice, Love Mercy, Walk Humbly

The Bible has often been seen as a doctrinal text.

Too thick of a book

With an infinite amount of metaphors of how to be

A good person.

The very old passages have a picturesque view of God

As an ethereal Hitler.

Unfortunately, the Bible hasn’t been read closely.

If one would read between the lines

Of conspicuous horror,

One could see the manifesto of Kingdom Living

Wanting to rise out of the ashes

Of Eden.

Wanting to go hand in hand

Into the Temple for all nations

And not the evil of a controlling supremacy.

Wanting to be delivered from Heaven on to Earth

To have Justice searched for to be served;

Mercy to be given, received, and loved;

Humble acts written not just to walk or run,

But to dance on the pages of our short,

Desperate, temporary, stories.

We have one chance in this aging realm

To have our literary vocal cords produce the goodness

God intended.

God does not promote

The heinousness that flows in and out

Of the cold caves of genocide,

Poverty, and discrimination.

Reconciliation is the ceaseless draping of

Fresh water for the thirsty life forces in every place

Known and unknown to man on Earth;

But the streamline is cut off daily

Through the selfishness of constructed superior privilege.

It is all Satan

Who created these evil fabrications

And the miserable outcomes of such.

It is Satan who makes the ignorance of the outcomes

Appear so relaxing,

As if a part of God’s call to pay no attention to,

Because Satan says it shouldn’t matter to us.

The convincing, fallen angel has the accursed gift to say that

It especially doesn’t matter to us

If it is not happening to us.

You have such beautiful, clean, fair, unblemished skin

That needs to be calm with no conflict, he soothes.

You deserve all of the fresh water,

Not the inconsequential

Ugly skinned, crippled, sexually immoral, flawed, and/or undeserving

People.

Obviously, Satan does not stand for all.

Jesus stood for all.

Not for supremacy of thieves and dishonorable hyenas

In our chaotic jungle.

Jesus stood for everybody.

Why won’t we do the same?

Gandhi said that he liked our Christ

And not our Christians

Because Christ erupted actual change

Out of his holy volcanic spout

For every underrepresented mortal

To finally be proclaimed as deserving,

To eradicate the lies the enemy has said

Of them being undeserving;

Yet the designated, advantaged individuals

Who should hear God’s call

Do nothing.

Gandhi also said

To be the change

You wish to see in the world.

Why don’t they want effective change?

Why don’t we want change?

It is the only light,

No,

Fire,

That when ultimately presented

Shows results for everyone!

Not just ourselves!

Majority and minority must come together

To pursue the diverse Kingdom Living

We were meant to have.

We aren’t meant to make the faulty sacrifices

Of lambs and firstborns,

We are to seek justice,

Love mercy,

And walk humbly!

What is so doctrinal about that?

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Poem: Privilege

From the age of five or six,

There are little boys and girls

Who are already aware of how they must

Act in the yes of Big Brother.

Because they, as a minority, have a disadvantage,

They must conform to this outwardly

“Color blinded” blanket

To fit into and please one pure, virgin colored stitch

To comfort Uncle Sam at night.

Ignorance is truly bliss

For the little majority boys and girls

Who don’t see Big Brother.

Orwell never made it into their privileged

Reading lists.

And as soon as they take a sneak peek

Inside of its pages,

Why,

It’s blasphemy!

No, porn!

We mustn’t talk about this,

They say it doesn’t matter.

It’s not our fault that white is right

In the face of education

While black never lacks

In staining the work force.

“I’m not a racist,

I just don’t think race matters,”

Says the supposed Virgin Mary

Of the races.

Says this so-called angel who decides to wait

For an illegitimate judgment day

Instead of facing today.

They believe the profiles stayed in the past,

But racism didn’t die away

In the Holocaust, plantation days, or exclusion acts.

Demons are still very much alive

In Uncle Sam’s blanket;

The sin has now become so comfortable

That their hellish acts are neglected,

Not being exorcised.

Poem: The Steps of Going to Jail

The legal encyclopedia online

Lists step by step the process of going to jail.

Step one:

Recording the suspect’s name.

As soon as the name is marked into public records,

The name will now be eternally known as

“Inmate.”

The most dishonorable from of repute one

Could have.

It’s as if they’re reading The Crucible

In high school again.

John Proctor said it best:

“I gave you my soul, can’t I keep my name?”

Step two:

Taking a “mug shot.”

The Internet says they are helpful

To tell apart those with the same name

But,

Once behind bars,

Besides the same label of “inmate,”

Won’t they have the same image

For the world to see too?

Regardless of various dispositions

They all have the same future of erased smiles ahead of them.

Every racist said it best:

“You all look the same to me.”

Step three:

Taking the suspect’s clothing and personal property

Into custody.

They must strip their garb of the only

Form of evident

Individuality they have left.

They will soon have no

Where to hide as well.

Such fear that must brew in their hearts.

Adam from the beginning said it best

“I was afraid because I was naked.”

Step four:

Taking fingerprints.

Step five:

Conducting a full body search.

More and more stripping to do

As if it just wasn’t enough.

As if they are now officially

The police’s stigmatized whore.

Step six:

Geez, there’s more?

Step seven:

When does it stop?

They should be done counting by now.

Have we forgotten third grade math already?

Legal Encyclopedia

Only has nine

Of the infinite amount of steps of going to jail,

Being in jail,

The amount of ticks of the clock

That become as identical as the name “inmate.”

The ticks equalize the cadence of their heart beats

As they pound to create their new set of clothes.

They are all exactly the same.

No shaking off conformity now.

Red from Shawshank Redemption said it best:

“I’m institutionalized now.”

Budgeting at a University

This past Thursday, I went to go see a counselor for the second time at my school, ECU, to be told that I wouldn’t be able to meet with her once a week. I would have to wait one to two weeks to see if I can be part of a group session on campus, or would have to pay to see one off campus. My tuition already pays for counseling services, so I thought, “Why would I have to meet someone off campus and not a counselor here? It doesn’t have to be the same person.”

I asked the counselor this, and she explained that there aren’t enough counselors at this university to meet that kind of need for everyone. The budget needs to increase to hire more counselors and to make a larger space for them to come in. I tell her that I would try the group session and see what happens.

There isn’t a high enough budget to care for the mental health of students on campus.

It is fascinating where the heart of ECU truly lies.

Every year, they renovate or create a brand new stadium for sports teams. Every year, there is construction all around campus to improve the appearance of walkways and transit stops. However, four years ago, they were supposed to renovate the Mendenhall Student Activities Center. Movies, club meetings, speakers, panels, food, studying, and showcases for student life happen there all the time. Many students go there at least three times a week. Yet, there just hasn’t been time to improve its conditions. There are professors who stay all day in an office to advise students, when they truly don’t have to. Nevertheless, a lot of their offices need to be fixed, and that hasn’t happened. For student organizations, seventy percent of funding goes to Greek Life and other majority organizations, while cultural organizations that fight to have minorities recognized receive thirty percent of the funding.

I don’t care if I am overreacting or not.

It is amazing that officials would rather spend money on a stadium rather than truly provide for their students. Providing a voice and help for students seems trivial compared to trying to gain more fans for ECU.