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December 25, 2013 at 3:47am

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Hey all! Yes, I'm up at 3 am Christmas morn, listening to a Pandora Christmas station while taking a break from homework with a hot toddy and Facebook. #NightShiftProbs

Things have been turning around in my mind this month, and I figured I'd give my mind a break and put them down here.

• Jesus isn't white and NEITHER IS SANTA CLAUS. Megyn Kelly, take your White privilege and SIT ON IT. Ayyyy! *Fonzie voice from Happy Days* Jesus was a Semite, a JEWISH Semite from modern day Israel/Palestine. Everyone there is brown! Jesus was brown until Renaissance artists made Jesus look like them (like them = more White) and then missionaries and colonialists and slave owners and bigots took it further to use images of Jesus for propaganda to further their nefarious plans. If Renaissance artists made Jesus more White, couldn't everyone else make Jesus more racial and/or ethnic? Sure Megyn Kelly and Faux News, I'LL WAIT. Jesus is all about love and inclusion, so to portray Jesus a certain way for exclusive purposes is so disgusting nonsensical and ironic I can only shake my head. That’s why society hates Christians NOW. PS: Same goes for Santa Claus. Santa Claus gives gifts to all the kids. White kids, Black Kids, Latino Kids, Asian kids, ethnic kids, and non-ethnic kids, ALL GOOD KIDS, regardless of race. Megyn Kelly, have you REALLY seen Santa Claus? Are you sure you should be in a news room instead of a padded one at a mental institution?
• Holidays for EVERYONE! I admit that I went in and totally trashed and annihilated the practice, celebration and premise of Kwanzaa a few years back. I humbly apologize and submit a request for a retraction. I realize now in retrospect that I was just plain annoyed at people who celebrate Kwanzaa without being informed and educated about its origins and its founder. These same goofies in kufis keep asking me, “Do you/your people/people in Africa (pick one) celebrate Kwanzaa?” NO. KWANZAA was designed for unity among AFRICAN AMERICANS using some themes from African cultures.
• HAPPY HOLIDAYS, SARAH PALIN! I know you hate when people greet you that way, but excuse us for not giving a crap about what seasonal holiday you celebrate. I myself am too busy trying to avoid ANY mention of your name, your actions and what appears to be your intrinsic stupidity. I say Happy Holidays and/or Season’s Greetings to be inclusive and respect all beliefs and their holidays, which includes Hanukkah, Ramadan, Eid, Kwanzaa and December 25th (for the atheists). I don’t know if every person I meet celebrates Christmas. IN FACT, I know quite a few people who DON’T celebrate Christmas. I try to be inclusive and respectful, unlike you, who seems to not have an iota or empathy selflessness for those completely different? I mean what would Jesus do? What would Baby Jesus do?

That’s all I have to say! Happy Holidays, which includes a Merry Christmas! *shuffles off to eat Winter Edition Oreos*

Christmas Morn

Baby Jesus
I come to you
On this the day of your birth
To thank you
As your birth gives hope to many
You give hope to me
Even in the worst circumstances
You can put me right where I need to be
Just like a lit Christmas tree
I smile and enjoy Your light
Your festivity
Your nativity
This season
Is the reason we wrap gifts
Although I don't travel with Two Wise Women
I can appreciate you none the less
For I AM BLESSED
Even with below zero temperatures
Even with snow and ice
Merry Christmas

Commerical Break

If anyone is reading this out there, Happy Holidays! I am diligently pushing to publish book #2 while writing new verses for book #3. It's hard living life and wanting your written words to be presented just so. However, I didn't forget about my promise to people out there OR to myself. I will post it here FIRST.
Back to your regularly scheduled poetry.

non factor

it's funny how
what you say
doesn't bother me
i don't care
lie lie lie
truth truth truth

it's amusing how
amusing you are to me
on a certain level
i can't even take you seriously
you don't even understand
how little you matter

it's not even worth it
to get angry
to get upset
or to even call you a liar
simply because
you believe every little thing you say

you come and you go
you call and you don't call
you text and you don't text
and the world still spins
my life goes on
the beat goes on

notice that i say things to you
without emotion
no anger
no distress
because i truly couldn't care less

i chuckle
because
you fight so hard
for a position
in my life
that you may never hold

Gray

I am a resident
In the state of confusion
Praying that I can save up enough sense
To move to a new address
It bothers me
That I am so bothered
By this
They say ignorance is bliss
But I say
Not knowing keeps me up at night
So I'm wondering
Which epiphany
Will be my sedative
To lead me to sweet dreams of the future

Right In Writing Fighting Social Media

So you know
So you say you know
What do you know
Especially about what I know?
So that you're hell bent
On telling me what I meant
So knowledgeable of my intent
That there's no way
That you could possibly be wrong
Right?
You can't call me and talk about it
You can't speak to me about it
But you know what I'm saying
Right?
Wrong.

Glass Hopes

I have no words again
Left speechless
Even though I have been here before
It should come as no surprise
That I am left here
To pick up the pieces
Of shattered hopes
Still fragile from the last disappointment
I guess now I am wondering
Whether it's worth it
To summon the shred
Of inner strength and perseverance
To patiently glue my expectations back together
Or just call it
Say that I'm done
Stop trying to give chances
That are quickly becoming scarce
See I get
All wrapped up in who I think I need to be
All trapped up in keeping this life together
Really just now noticing
I am finding happiness in a place
That gets farther and farther away
And as wonderful as that place is
I get filled with a tangle emotions
Mad that happiness is such a long distance
Guilty that I can't bring happiness closer
Sad that this is how it has to be
I just can't get over it
Because I still have to carry on
Someone has to make everything okay
Even as I sweep the pieces of my hope
And wonder what to do with them