Im not them.
I sat with them…
never!
was I one of them!
Screw this,
The conversation filled with judgement, then are about you in your absents.
Friendship build on the same ground called faith. The believer of the same.
The division always hidden behind he judgment was always there. They need, they don’t know, they’re deceived, always pointed towards the other.
This is Religion!
Why concern themselves with others business.
This judgement spills everywhere.
Tattoos,
relationships,
homelessness,
Education,
Pigment of skin,
Temperament
Engaging with me as if …
Never!
IM NOT!
I couldn’t give a !
about your judgements of me. I know you judge.
I’m not religion, never!
Your religion divides you! Keeps you prisoner while keeping you in sin.
Pointing fingers always outwards never within!
Always spewing scripture to justify!
Anything, everything, strangers, people, other believers, and friends
Being the kind of person who will just about challenge anything, walked in to the tattoo parlor,
I wanted the world to know. I’m not them.
Created from the melting pot of expectations, religions, social status, education…
Labeled before divided
Enforced by laws
This is called Society
Here’s to your expectations, fuck your judgement!
I made my voice loud and clear,
STORY SHIFT:
The kind man, pointed to his chair. The best investment of my time, two hours later it was done. The sensation was empowering.
You bet I went back…
My arms were covered over the next six months. After one I anxiously anticipated my next.
That reminds me, I’m not done.
This is who I am. Nothing about me had changed… oh wait, actually something had…
I couldn’t care less about society’s opinion of me.
I had already expected the mouths would run. But what difference did it make.
I had already been judge.
Nothing had changed who Iwas. Not my education, not whom I was, nothing but my outward appearance,
I did it for me!
I love it!
I’m not them!
I made this clear.
The mouths will spew, the opinions will still be,
But this was never about you…
This is me!