children of hoarders
I imagine they are similar to children of ministers
they either embrace their parents’ lifestyle
or they run from it screaming
I see many of them living in a minimalist’s habitat
with few surroundings
whereas their siblings are also hoarders,
living in cluttered rooms with messy paths
I see many children of preachers, themselves preaching the word
getting the calling
whereas, their siblings are transsexual and will never go inside a church again
it is often feast or famine for these children
Jesus was a sterling human being, also the son of God.
Would he have shunned anyone? I doubt it said McTodd.
Would he have said “I will save you, but not he, she or they?”
Not in the least, my friend said, “pronouns would not get in the way”.
Jesus was inclusive; he forgave everyone and invited us all in.
He would not have said keep out to my transsexual twin.
Jesus was inclusive, he wanted to unify and save us all.
Hatred and division will make our belief in humanity fall.
So let’s welcome those who are different, because guess what?
No one else is exactly like me or you or our cousin Wiser Gutt.
Jesus would want inclusion, he wants to save us all.
Let’s start building bridges and tearing down our hatred wall.
I hate
your brownness
your whiteness,
your blackness
your freeness
I don’t care about niceness
I’m more partial to meanness
I’m all the things bad
ugly and cruel
my venom pure evil
I’m partial to a fool
No one is safe
no not Christian or Jew
If you’re Buddhist or Muslim
I will hate you too
Richer or poorer
or shades in between
I will exploit your weakness
That’s always been my scene
Woman or man
Transsexual or gay
those straight as an arrow
they’ll all forget to pray
Fear and deception
are the tools of my trade
Sometimes the water looks calm
but it’s a trap I have laid
Love is the weapon
I most truly despise
Because it reveals who I am
and it opens your eyes
I hate transsexuals, the old woman said. (A childhood friend)
Me too, her cousin agreed, not a childhood friend.
You hate them too, right? The uninvited one asked me.
No, I told them. I don’t.
What?
They are shocked.
Stiff in their ideas.
“And you do not hate them either,” I inform them.
Yes, we do!
We really do!
We REALLY REALLY REALLY do!
No, you do not, I say, and I can prove it.
Remember when you visited Shelly’s house last summer?
Head nodding here; they go everywhere together even the grocery.
Did you hate her grandsons?
What?
Did you hate her grandsons?
Of course not! Why would we hate her grandsons?
One of them is a transsexual, I said. One of them was born another gender.
Which one? Which ONE?
If Shelly would have trusted you with it, she would have told you
I informed them. But she did not. I wonder why?
Trump Killed Both Blue and Gray
Toy soldier Trump destroyed day by day,
And he still will become President anyway;
Not discriminated;
All had humiliated;
Dead had been blue and others were gray.
Of Trump's body decided to take a tour,
And we found in his foot a big bone spur;
Was transsexual
And perpetual;
We never could see and had been a blur.
Jim Horn
Anti-howling receives the
deserter. There was a mass
breast-beating without
any noise.
The pugnacious jaw
drops. Shows a frail
sensitivity to tormented
values –
of invisible mirrors, shutting
down the wolf’s face. An
ancient spider jumps
on your bronzed ego.
A transsexual walks on
the ramp to defend her territory.
Cucumbers would jump to
conceive the obnoxious yawning.
Satish Verma
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