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Showing posts with label neglect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label neglect. Show all posts

Monday, May 12, 2025

Sensory History

Downtown 

Bumping music, competing voices 
Air stuffy, shoes stick
She's catching up with friends 

Gently caressing wooden railing spindles;
Swallowing Shirley Temple's 
I'm alone again 

Attic

Yelling below, thuds, & crys
Scared, thinking the worst
Angry, drunk mother slamming door on face 
Hot, bitter tears basking salt 

Death

A gasping breath under weighed fingers calling my name,
These legs are glued
A face turns blue

Small little plastic clock
Distraction to disorder 

Rescue

Projecting blame, unaccountable adult
None of this is right 
Suits, note pads & tables 

Seatbelts looser than her grip
Dreaming of far, far away

Runaway

Commands, demands pervasive parent
Angry, unable to escape
She barges through barricade

Wooden window pane opens easy,
Shaking & hungry 

Adulting

Your impatient, judgement tone
A daughter you never knew 
Escaping coping mechanisms 
Freedom to choose 
Lighting up in front of me
Sweet affections we lose








Wednesday, May 7, 2025

You Made Me

Not now, not ever
My questions left unanswered 
Avoidant mother

Instructed, "Wait here."
Alone & cold on marble
Linda, get your child

Abusive parent
Slamming doors, breaking the glass 
Weeping aftermath

Don't worry, don't fret
Best to keep mouth shut instead
Promising to lie

Don't move, don't engage 
Passive aggressive response 
Locked in a heart's cage 

Love is more than words
Bare minimum grace giver 
Better aborted

Bloody evening night
Escaping through a window 
Sleeping above it

Locked out of this home
Decorating large boxes
Collapsing her dreams

Folding up the sheets
Nightmares haunting me for weeks
The bill was too high

Unconventional 
Burning bridges through & through
Reflecting madness

Knocking out their teeth
Imaginary divorce 
Hoping for rescue

Prince charming awaits 
Alluring club & Kool aid 
Teaching misfortune 

Responsible child
Not asking for help needed
Disappointed me

Soul re-parenting
Blasphemy to human race
Coping escapes

Unknown DNA
Hating half, dreaming other
Tongues pull the trigger

Moving far away
Missing what was never there
Lacking attention

Discovering me
An entrepreneur of peace
Turning fears to speech

Identity chaser
Elegant knickknack clutter
Dissociate 

All alone at night
Heaviness breaking my chest
Confident of time

Lay down stubborn pride
Knowing my internal worth 
Now perfect timing

Not everything works
Systems of hard oppression 
Tucked away hermit

Half of this hurt
Blossoming while in manure 
Never touching hands

Calling out this name
Identifying the sun
We're no longer one




Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Christianity Can Be Cultish Part 5

How Christianity Can Keep You In Abuse:

Yes. Abuse. 

Abuse is what harms another. 

What could possibly be harmful in Christianity- other than the homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, advocacy for slavery, child sacrifice, and rape? (See Bible for reference, especially the Old Testament.) 

For years I submerged myself to evangelical Christianity, which taught me to "obey my masters"  and "pray for those who persecuted me."  As a teenager, that meant humbly serving those the Lord put in charge- which is apparently everybody (especially white men). I could, at the time, obey my government with no problem. I obeyed my teachers to a T and listened to mangers without question. The person who was the hardest for me was the person who had hurt me the most, my Mother. In a dramatic comparison I felt like Jonah sent to Nineveh; my Mom was my mission field. Despite the neglect and abuse, I believed God wanted me to stay within her presence. My obedience to her were arrows of love, you know, "Kill them with kindness" shit. My love for her was only filled because of Jesus. God had commanded not only to obey your parents so that we may live long, but to serve our masters as if serving the Lord. I would die for Jesus. Did that mean I had to die for my Mom too? God had commanded me to forgive so that I may be forgiven by him. I was equally a sinner in His eyes, so how could I speak up?

As horrid as it sounds and despite being asked by a youth group ministry leader if I wanted them to report what was happening at home to DCFS (Department of Child & Family Services) and me declining, I continued to live with my Mom. I was in junior high, a new Jesus Freak, on fire for God. How could a warrior turn down their calling? How could I disobey my Heavenly Father? My Mom was trying, I justified, even if that meant sometimes nights were filled with drunken stammers and flying fists. "I survived this long; I can keep going." I thought, while praying desperately for change.

I am not the only one who has fell prey to this trap within Christianity. I see it and hear about it from others. People become accustomed to accepting inappropriate behavior because that's what's been modeled to them. The church opens the doors for the wounded only to put a bandage on & say, "Help others put this on too!" 
 
My prayer journals religiously asked for God's forgiveness for not doing more for Him, for staying in my comfort zone, and for my pride. So many times I wanted to call it quits and runaway, but I felt God say, "Stay." All the "praise you in the storm" worship songs confirmed this for me. 

If you or someone you know is being harmed in any way, shape, or form report it to the proper authorities and get help. Everyone deserves safety and love. So why is there even an ounce of hesitancy within the church? 

Because this subservient behavior is exactly what God calls us to have with him, despite the fact that he's narcissistic asshole. He is the Almighty; yet, chooses-I'm sorry "allows,"  to have children suffer. 

"Oh well that's because of the fallen world!" You might say. God is the one who created the fallen world. 
"No, that's our sin!" Is this because of our personal sin or because we're born into sin; regardless, who the fuck tortures children because of a misbehavior? That, my friends, is called bad parenting. 

Yep, that's right. The world's worst Dad award goes to Yahwey, for creating human beings he instantly regretted although he knew their future disobedience and drowned them anyway! (Noah's ark makes for an excellent bed time story.)

The God of the Bible uses violence to makes things rights. He desires clean blood to even look at you. How messed up is that? 

You are not a filthy sinner; you are a human being learning how to love better. 

You are not a sinner saved by grace; you are a maturing person with potential of greatness. 

You do not owe anyone respect, but you do owe yourself the world. 

Let me know how you've overcome the tangled webs of evangelicalism in the comments below!

If you're a believer, I'd still like to chat. Let me know your thoughts, questions, and concerns!