What Would Jesus Say to Leelah Alcorn?

In my last blog, I wrote a response to a Christian Blogger who had posted a public response to my thoughts about Leelah Alcorn. This morning, I just wanted to add one quick thought.

What Would Jesus Say To Someone Like Leelah Alcorn?

Pastor Kell said it best.
Jesus would say every life matters. He would say,

YOUR LIFE MATTERS.

We get so distracted by religion and judgement, we stop showing our love. It’s dangerous and deadly. And I can’t help but notice how the devil sure does look a lot like people.

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Everyone Loves A Poet [Poem]

An artist with

Ink-stained hands,

Racing thoughts,

Silent tears.

Everybody loves a poem.

Beautifully penned,

Uplifting in rhythm,

Metaphorical

Words that rhyme.

Everybody loves a song.

Lifting their voices

In poetic performance,

Forgetting the verses

Each time.

Everyone loves a poet.

Humanity’s weakness

Spilled on the page.

The poet’s story

Composing the lyrics.

Everyone loves a song.

Harmoniously they join

In the chorus.

Even the poet is found

Humming along.

Everyone loves a poem.

Everyone loves the poet.

Everyone sings her song.

But nobody

Knows the music.


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This Is How I Feel Most Days

But to you, I wear a smile.

Everyone keeps leaning, needing,

Repeating,

Sweet, Miss Dependable

Me. It’s my own fault. I love the loving

Like those in need of affection love lovers.

They inhale love.

Steal, ravish and consume it,

Quenching their thirst.

I’m afraid.

My heart has nurtured to the extent that it hungers.

Unloved, but still loving.

My love is volatile, leaking.

I have given in dangerous measures.

Still, I’m unlovable.

I will not cave! No, not I!

Bartender,  pour me another.

But to you, I wear a smile.

I am an addict and my heart is my dealer.

Toxins flow straight to my veins.

They still linger.

Secret poison to escape my hatred.

My own words betray me.

My strength’s a facade.

I’ll break. I will crumble.

I do break.

Like fine china on pavement,

I’ve broken.

Unloved, but still loving.

Bartender, pour me another.

I grab the mic and take a drink,

Sing, wave and take my bow.

Still, unbelieving and hollow.

But to you, I wear a smile.