There’s something about our world that really irks me.
I get so frustrated its starting to hurt me.
So, let me take a minute to speak to you personally.
We don’t live in a perfect world, there is no such thing.
We try to direct our attention away from what’s really happening.
Just hear me out, and don’t say anything.
We live in a world where we get judged for everything we do.
We can’t make mistakes, or be our imperfect selves, we always have someone to answer to.
Everyone is flawed, everyone except… you?
Who gave you the right to tell everyone else what is and what ain’t?
You put yourself on a high horse, so now you’re a saint?
You expect me to give you a perfect picture to paint?
In this world, people who make mistakes are cast out.
When, that’s what humanity is about.
But when a finger is pointed, we stand and we shout.
Please tell me where you got the authority to tell me about my life and my rights.
Tell me how you got powerful enough to question me about what I won’t do and what I might.
You and I both know that deep down, you aren’t that bright.
Why is it that we can’t just learn to accept those who are different?
Why do we judge and criticize with malicious intent?
Why can’t we accept that we are all from the same African descent?
Yes, I said it. African. Black.
You can trace every DNA strand on earth and back.
Maybe then some of you can gain back the intellect you so lack.
I’m tired of seeing black children being killed.
Don’t look away from the TV, this is real.
You can’t even begin to imagine how those mothers feel.
A black man, woman, or child killed at the hands of the white law enforcement.
Their families almost always receive little to no endorsement.
They say you can’t force it.
God rest the souls of my slain sisters and brothers.
God bless the hearts of their poor mourning mothers.
God protect the survivors and others.
Now let me address something with a bit more controversy.
Homophobia is getting more sickening, and worsening.
I have no regrets, so by all means take this personally.
No one gave you the right to tell anyone how to live or who to love.
I can see by the expressions here its not something you’d want to speak of.
But its past time this issue be resurfaced and placed above.
Where in the Bible does it say you can’t be gay?
Leviticus 18:22? 1 Corinthians 6:9-11? That’s cute but let me correct you if I may.
Matthew 7:1–5 clearly states: Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. What an interesting thing to say.
Humans have the aggravating tendency to criticize people when its no business of their own.
They feel insecure, so they single out you, and you alone.
Shed some light on their pasts; then they’re quick to groan.
People don’t want to help you, they just want to see you fall.
But they get angry when you don’t come when they call.
They criticize you further, but I don’t think that’s very Christian-like at all.
“If you did this more, you wouldn’t be this way”
“I don’t know why you sleep all day”
“You can’t possibly think what you do is okay”
I’ll ask you again. Who died and put you in charge of me?
Who told you that you could take my place in my body, so you could see?
You barely know me.
You can tell me “the way it’s supposed to be” all day and all night.
But I’m not sure you’re in the place to say what’s right.
Don’t expect me not to go down without a fight.
You want me to succeed, but you hope I fail.
You want me to go to college, but you think you see me in jail?
It isn’t your decision to put me in heaven or hell.
People love putting the 2000-2005 born generation to shame.
But almost every generation after 1940 raised us, so who’s really to blame?
If you’d step out of your ivory tower, you’d see that we’re all the same.
We are all a messed-up mix of liars, thieves, murderers, and abusers.
But owning up to what we’ve done doesn’t make us choosers.
But constantly bringing others down and reminding them of their sins makes you a loser.
We are not perfect, not even near it.
If you have some excuse or argument to give me, I don’t want to hear it.
I have spoken my mind and I’m done here. Period.