You would have thought the kids and I were headed to Mecca by the way we bolted out the door to head to the library yesterday. I was partially ready to see the newly finished Abrams street and all the other buffing and polishing that had taken place in Downtown Arlington. When we found out the new East branch library wasn’t open yet the bibliophile in me was confident that there would be new gems awaiting us at the other location. I decided to decline in finding out why no one sent me the memo that the new east branch doesn’t open until November.

While the library staff was kindly explaining this to me over the phone, I realized that information had indeed been shared all over the Arlington city website, library website, You-Tube channel, excreta as I was squinting my eyes to fact check on my crack screened laptop. I apparently just really didn’t get the memo. Yet, sourly there was still a part of me as a ghetto-geek that just personally feels like I should be notified on matters regarding the local athenaeum but I digress.

As I actively chose to ignore my 5 year old kicking the back of my seat while driving I began to talk about the special presentation that PBS-kids aired the night before. I had text as many people as I could from my contact list in my phone about what a brilliant job KERA did explaining race and racism to young children. I was also wishing I wasn’t such an introvert because I only text about 4 people but the point is, I had never seen anything like that before.

In a very guided and knowledgeable way the half hour special talked about subjects that can be very heavy and difficult for us parents to explain. The host and National Youth Poet Laureate Gorman sweetly pulled us in every time she flashed that gorgeous smile and incorporated the differences between what race is, what a racist is, and what racial justice is all about.

By the time we made it to the promised land-wait, I meant the library we were so excited to be in the most magical place in the universe. Searching for my typical transformative non-fiction books my eyes happened to land on Say Her Name by Zetta Elliot. I was not familiar with the author but I was confident that the book was congruent to the tragic murder of Breonna Taylor.

In addition to that, the book was a book of poetry and pose. I have not been so moved by poetry in years. I wept, I laughed, and before you knew it I had read the whole thing while my boys were pretending to be “book bandits” and asking the children’s librarian if she sanitizes her hands before and after touching the books.

The truly ironic thing is that the book somehow in that moment made me feel so connected to everything and everyone in spite of social distancing. That book made me feel proud to be an American citizen who just so happens to be African-American. Yes, ethnicity is never first on the list of identity.

That book made me recall of how shocked I was to see that most people at the Martin Luther King celebration at the beginning of the year in Arlington didn’t look like me. I thought wow, this was really his dream. I love my city because I feel safe to dream, I feel included, heard, and well before it was “trending” to do so might I add. I love all the diversity and cultural inclusion because it seems so effortless. There wasn’t a shelve or table I could walk pass and not see books written by Asian, Black, or Hispanic authors.

Here in the American Dream City I feel free to speak, seek, and search. Apparently the universe sends more of it your way when your intentional about speaking up, seeking, and searching. I wasn’t look for that book on Saturday.

I think that book was looking for me.

Say her name.

Welcome to The A!

Somewhere mid-apocalypse sorry, pandemic, I realized that the most important and powerful thing that I could do as a committed global citizen was right in front of my nose. Instead of focusing on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue I decided to focus on where I lived. By the time premature re-openings of non-essential businesses began I narrowed my view to the American Dream City only.

As I have shared before, I had been off of social media since 2019. When the lockdowns started I was totally disconnected from mainstream influences, marketing ads, calculated algorithms, etc. I allowed family and close friends to be my filter and “ear to the streets”. Granted I was never asking or even wanted to know what “everybody else” was doing or cared to share or post myself.

However they (family/close friends) would vent or share somethings that they were disturbed by. For instance the high school girl and her boyfriend that got on tic-toc and made the disturbing “How to make a n____” video or how some kids had started making sick parody videos of them kneeling on someone’s neck after the death of George Floyd. I knew then I could not afford to return to social media.

With that being said, I have grown in how I handle and process things that bother me. So I would either change the subject or just flat out tell them that I did not want to talk about anything negative out of respect for my own mental well being. I would further express to them why I wasn’t on social media. More often than not they understood and would scale things back about what was on Facebook or Instagram. Being a mother of two young black sons brings a special set of fears and added frustrations were not healthy. The ironic thing was it made us closer because now we were forced to have more intimate conversations which was a win in my book.

I decided to only focus on what I felt was most important. In all honesty, Arlington, Texas had a big transformational impact on how I was viewing the rest of the world. Simply put, there is leadership I can respect and support in my town. I could careless about party affiliations. When I personally graded my city on how I felt things were being handled the A plus on my eBook cover: The Single Mom’s Guide To Not Fully Ignoring Your Kids During a Pandemic (available on Amazon/Kindle) was for Arlington. From the Coronavirus to race relations I gave Arlington an A-plus compared to what I was hearing from my loved ones in other cities and out of state.

In addition to peaceful protest that took place here in the city, it still overwhelmed my heart to see that people of all races and backgrounds were present. I did not attend any protests out of health concerns of the outgoing global pandemic but hats off to all the PEACEFUL protestors here in my city and the police who supported their efforts.

I was also very moved by Mayor Williams signing an official proclamation in recognition of Juneteenth. I literally cried seeing that. I have always felt like the A was not only a welcoming diverse city but inclusive as well. For instance, earlier this year I was amazed at how most of the people at the Downtown Library’s Martin Luther King celebration didn’t look like me. I remember thinking wow, this was his dream. MLK was one of the most brilliant unifiers of our time and the American Dream city is a growing representation of that. Not to mention as of now, the city of Arlington also has the highest number of residents who have completed the census in the state of Texas.

Granted our city is not perfect. Despite what the city represents, you will still see a few folk every now and again that could careless about including or welcoming others. You can see it on their faces and smell that hate through their bones. It’s something that I can truthfully say is rare but it’s truly always lurking and that’s any city. The plus is that the city of Arlington is intentional about diversity and seemingly committed to equality.

It is for this reason that I’m always trying to figure out ways to pour into a city that has poured into me. Despite my plans to be a full time teacher after passing my exams back in February, I focused on things I could do.

As a result I created a free online support group/meet-up group The 1st Single Mom’s Club of Arlington, started taking better care of myself, and wrote three books during this challenging time. My advice to others would be to focus and learn on your local elected officials and a little less on Washington. I’m a firm believer that learning your local community and being active in it not only gives you a since of purpose but it’s a wonderful anecdote to easing national anxieties.

Nonetheless early voting in Texas is October 13-30 so be well, be you, be ye red or blue. Just vote.


The 1st Single Mom’s Club of Arlington

Calling all single moms, married moms, moms of situation-ships, and even SINGLE FATHERS (SINGLE CUSTODIAL FATHERS that is…not un-married men who see their children quarterly ..we are prejudice)! The 1st Single Mom’s Club of Arlington is just not for single moms but for single dads as well as defined by my above clarification.

It matters not what your relationship status or gender is, parents have never needed so much support as they have during this pandemic. All parents need a community of support. I personally didn’t have one so I decided to create what I needed. Where else was that going to come from I thought? I have grown to realize that creating what I need prevents me from focusing on what I don’t. I go into more detail about this in my book The Single Mom’s Guide To Not Fully Ignoring Your Kids In A Pandemic (available via Amazon soon..very soon, hopefully by the weekend).

Not to mention I needed to provide my downstairs neighbor some reprieve from my very active kiddos. Thankfully I have some good neighbors. You know what let me just pause right here because right now your thinking about State Farm aren’t you? Be honest. Okay maybe it was just me since I wrote that in.

Nonetheless, I realized that I could get way more bang for my buck if I could exclusively get an hour to myself without having to make sure my kids weren’t taking candy from strangers. So then I came up with the 1st Single Mom’s Club of Arlington which is a walking club via Meet Ups. Mom’s could then take turns watching each others kids while an exercising mom could go walk or perhaps just read a book under a tree on the other side of the park for an hour. When I would go to the park, I noticed that a lot of mom’s just watch their kids play but were not necessarily using their free park-gym membership.

This Saturday (September 26) from 10 a.m to 11 a.m if you are a parent in desperate need of a break then please join us! Email me personally at or look for the 1st Single Mom’s Club of Arlington on The location of the park will only be given to participants who sign up at and provide an active email address for safety measures. Please wear a mask unless you are walking independently or perhaps sitting alone.

Lastly, sis this is NOT a drop off! We do NOT want to call the authorities because you have abandon your little Woozy-Woo with friendly folks you meet online. That story will not suffice to the Arlington Police Department or CPS.

So if your a stay at home mom that just needs to get out the house, or perhaps a grandmother who is okay with giving a single mom an hour break, or maybe a single dad that needs to get his workout on so he can get his kids a step mom for the holidays, come join The 1st Single Mom’s Club Of Arlington!

*The event will start and end promptly because the organizer and writer of this blog has a lot of A-personality character traits.

From O.J to Amber: The Perfect Murderers


Someone, anyone, make it make sense!

How is it in the court of public opinion have we inappropriately condemned Brandt Jean, Judge Tammy Kemp, and the cop that was bold enough to touch what looked like  nasty and unhealthy looking hair without gloves or protective gear on Amber’s head?

How is that in less than 48 hours after her sentencing the very people who were in support of Bothom Jean’s family, proud there was a black female judge presiding, and overjoyed at the rainbow coalition selection of the jury (8 women/4 men all diverse backgrounds) are now the very people who are now attacking them? 

Brandt Jean (Bothom Jean’s 18-year-old brother) stated, “I love you as a person and I don’t wish anything bad on you.” He then wanted to show gratitude and give Amber a hug to show her that he had forgiven her in his heart. More so than his faith or religion, it’s his God given right to express himself in that way. He is free! He is not a slave! This family has lost a loved one and out of respect they have the right to heal and process this situation in a way that is honorable to the deceased and vital to their healing. 

With that being said, in accordance with his Christian faith forgiveness is not about the one who committed the offense, it’s about the offended. Many believe they must forgive in order to move forward and be forgiven for their wrongs.  Not to mention I don’t know of any religion that does NOT encourage forgiving others.  

Likewise, people have an issue with the fact that Judge Tammy Kemp gave Guyger a Bible, prayed with her, and also hugged her. Judge Kemp hugged everyone in that courtroom from the looks of it. I find it strange how some African Americans are “dragging” this woman all over social media with cruel memes and posts calling her a sellout and saying she is a “Stockholm Syndrome Negro”. 

We have to get out of that marginalized thinking that just because a person of color does something that you may not agree with that doesn’t automatically mean they are trying to put on airs for the appeasement of white people. Does it happen? Absolutely but I don’t think this one of those times.

I find it particularly hard to fathom that some African American males are even adding to this narrative in such a negative way. The fact remains that white women have historically accused innocent black men of rape, harassment, and other crimes I.e Emmitt Till, Rosewood, Central Park 5, for decades etc. Yet they still find it in their hearts to marry and procreate with white women. So why be upset with Brandt Jean for hugging Guyger?

Black men have a history of forgiving white women in particular when it’s befitting to their personal and sexual needs but when a black woman shows a white woman compassion with NOTHING to gain from it but peace in her heart from sharing her faith, she’s the sellout? 

After doing some research on Kemp along with what I had previously believed to be true about her personally, Judge Tammy Kemp is known for showing unbiased compassion for offenders. This is not the first time she has hugged a killer! This is just the first time WE, the public have seen such an uncanny display of  compassion by a judge but this was not something she did just because the cameras were rolling.

On a personal note, I do think that due to the heat of the crime she should have taken Guyger to her chambers and done this privately if she still found it in her heart to hug a murderer. However her moral compass is of exceptional degree and I have the utmost respect for Judge Tammy Kemp. I think this was genuine.

Nevertheless, I find it rather ironic that people are stating that had Guyger been a black man accused of killing a white woman he would be locked up for life. Well now let’s travel back down memory lane 25 years ago. Literally almost the same date that Amber Guyger a white female was found guilty of murder on October 3, 2019, O.J. Simpson a black man, was acquitted of not one but two murders of a white woman (ex wife) AND a white man (alleged lover) on October 2, 1995.

The same way some people felt in their heart of hearts that OJ committed this crime is the EXACT same way that some of us felt that Amber Guyger knew that was NOT her apartment when she put not one but two bullets into that innocent man’s body.

The question then becomes, “what gives?”

Glad you asked.

Sexism has a deeper history than racism itself. Many jurors felt that O.J was more than likely not a murderer simply because he was a male athlete and a celebrity.  Years later he taunted the public and the family of the deceased with a book entitled, If I Did It and then sickly detailed how he would have killed these two people had he been the “killer”. It was enough to make one regurgitate breakfast.

This is also the same feeling you have upon finding out that Guyger is a racist and her remarks about Martin Luther King Jr. and her fellow black cop coworkers were sickening. Her social media posts about how people should be “glad she hasn’t shot them” makes one feel sick to the stomach. Well Amber dear, you have now and your the one whose not real glad that you did it.  It’s as if she was waiting for the perfect black victim to off one day.

Amber got only ONE pass from me and that was going to the wrong door. But the moment she walked over the threshold of that door she was totally un-lawful, guilty, and became a murderer. I think she thought she was going to get away with it like so many of her white male peers who have taken the lives of black men before her. But as the saying goes, “Every dog has his day” or should we say her day? Wait, what do you call a female dog again? Never mind I digress.

I think she was waiting on the perfect opportunity to take a life period. I suspect she may have even desired Bothom Jean romantically which is the real reason she “accidently” went to his apartment and he rejected her. It is of public record that she was definitely in the mood for sex via her text messages to her MARRIED ex partner just moments before the shooting.  Amber had a knack for “OPP” from homes to husbands but that’s neither here nor there?

O.J and Amber, I mean Amber……was found guilty and with the exception of the Castle doctrine being allowed as a defense she had a fair trial. Most would like to see her complete that full 10 year sentence. I felt more years should have been given but it has been so ordered by the court of law. I do feel they will appeal her sentence.

Amber Guyger needs not to worry. Thankfully she will never be a cop again but she’ll probably get some book deal upon her release from prison. She can title her book If I Do It Again It’s Because I’m Still At The Wrong Apartment Again and have O.J do the forward.  Amber will probably get paid interviews, or perhaps even a free ride to Harding University like Brandt Jean and take a shot and starting a new career. She already has a bible from the judge to help set her on the right path. She’s an adulteress, a murderer, racist, hell she needed that bible don’t you think? A Quran, The Book of Morman, or something.  

At the end of it all I believe that forgiveness can be very essential for the soul but I don’t believe it’s necessary for justice nor does it have to be carried out so expeditiously. 

Shots Fired: All Eyes on West Texas

As I sit here finishing up the rest of my macchiato and watching the boys play inside this McDonald’s, I can’t help but take notice at how intense the other parents and I are watching our children play.

Gun control is not controlled at all.

All of our faces fervid and every five minutes someone keeps looking up at the emergency exits’ as if mapping out an emergency escape plan in the event of a sick or horrific attack like the one that took place yesterday in Midland/Odessa.

Gun control is not controlled.

I myself just so happen to be sitting right next to an exit door and my car literally parked just on the other side of the door. Granted none of this was a conscious choice and mere irony, but I must confess the moment I noticed that I had subconsciously made these arrangements it dawned on me that they now have to be intentional choices whenever we go out in public now.

Gun control is not controlled at all.

As a former West Texan, all I kept thinking was how absolutely terrified the entire cities of Midland and Odessa must have felt once they found out that there was an active shooter taking the lives of innocent people. As I meticulously bounce back and fourth to yesterdays’ tragedy and monitoring my kids at play, I take notice of the little Asian kid (probably age 2 or 3) that they are trying to show how to use the slide. My eyes fill with tears when it hits me that a 17 month old child was shot in the face by someone allowed to carry a gun and use it sickly and viciously how he saw fit.

*Damn…it was hard to even type that just now.

Gun control is not controlled at all.

I then turned up the volume (ear buds in) and finished listening to Jesus is Love by the Commodores.  I am trying my best not to question or fight myself to even ask the Universe why it happened. Just knowing the fact that this is the second major tragedy that West Texas has had within 60 days is draining my soul and a waste of my own energy. I am having to grasp the fact that things like this happen and sadly will continue as long as gun control is under controlled.

I can’t articulate how I feel. All I can say is that I called and reached out to my friends and loved ones in West Texas and though they are still taken aback by the aftermath of it all there are no words of comfort to bring back the lives loss.

So what do we learn? Gun control is not controlled at all. Tragedy can happen anywhere and no one is immune to it. Be humble and thank God you are still amongst the living. Breathe a little deeper, kiss your mate a little sweeter, hug your children a little tighter, because the moment you hear, “Shots fired” you know that someone is no longer among us.

Gun control is not controlled.

Peace and Blessing to all those affected on yesterday.



Jussie Smollett aka Carolyn Bryant Donham, You’re Fired!!!


I’m sure most of us had to look up the name of the latter and now that you have please join me in thanking these two individuals for proving that people of all races, backgrounds, etc can be the face of vile, wicked, and devious acts. For the Bible informs us that there is nothing new under the sun but for some people there apparently is.

I did not believe this story when it first came out and I vocalized that via comment to the You-tube blogger who was covering the story. Upon hearing it, it was like a new movie that was popular but deep down there was something missing from it that prevented me from just rushing out and buying a ticket.  Something about it that was either missing or perhaps too much. My mind kept trying to find the right words and my finger couldn’t quite point it out. It was seasoned but had no flavor, it was oiled but still squeaky, it was a song but not a hit.

Then finally… uncertainty had been laid to rest. My disbelief had been vindicated. The lyrics finally caught up to the song. This sounded real Emmett Till-ish to me! Roles had simply been reversed! The problem is Emmett Till lost his life for the exact same bull you tried to pull. Carolyn Bryant Donham never served a day in jail and decades later said it never happened. This was all a hoax! Two stories so deeply embedded in the darkest of places.

Jussie is the reason why I am not pro-black or a hashtag Black Lives Matter tagging negro. I DO NOT, follow along or support something JUST because it’s black. That’s dangerous and let me tell you why. Call me “whatever” but some of us forget the biggest lesson we should have learned from slavery and it had nothing to do with white folk. Take a deeper look into that mirror right before the Middle Passage. Every slave movie I have ever seen from Roots to the Book of Negros show fellow blacks helping, assisting, and selling slaves!

As with this story, the people who were assisting him with this “lil white lie” were Nigerian. He just wanted a certain demographic of people “stirred up” against whites. For clarification purposes I am not a white apologist either. I could careless about any color. Right is right and wrong is wrong…period!

The ROOT of the first betrayal was by folk with the exact same pigmentation. Now does that mean that the evils further perpetuated by white slave holders is alleviated? Absolutely not! If anything one should step into the awakening that  color of evil has NO COLOR! It’s as deeply embedded in whites and blacks because COLOR has nothing to do with it!

It has been reported that Jussie’s motive was because he wanted more money than the 65k PER Empire episode he was getting. So what’s the ROOT of all evil? I’ll give you a clue! It’s not black or white it’s GREED. I meant green. The fact that he was able to garner some political support, support from fellow blacks, the LGBTQ community, and so forth was extra.

Mr. Smollett your mixed race-ness (half black/half white) is now a perfect example to the world that black and whites can, will, and have lied for attention to stir up racial outrage the same as Carolyn Byrant Donham.  You both sickly wanted attention and you got it. You and her are cut from the same cloth “brother”. I have never watched an episode of Empire (a little to N-word ish for me not to mention it’s on FOX) but from my understanding they have written you out the last two episodes. Simply put, “Your fired”  (in my Donald Trump from the Apprentice voice. By the way I never watched that either but it’s befitting considering you stated you “go so hard against 45” on the interview with Robbin Roberts-ABC).

I would personally like to thank the Chicago Police Department because of the measures they took to thoroughly investigate this crime. Let it be known that they were putting all of their time and energy on a hunt for red October when they thought this was a hate crime against an American citizen who was not only black but gay. They were seeking out justice on your behalf but I knew from jump that you told a “lil white lie” and weren’t being straight with us.

Time is up.



I don’t have a native tongue,  don’t know where I AM from

I was born here, they say go back there, so where is my home? So lost in Rome.

Black-Dumb-Girl your thinking to long!

To much to bare, Black-Dumb-Girl you’re from everywhere!

I like sweets, I’ve had so much to eat, southern sweet tea

Sweet is inside of me! Oh sweet lady, oh sweet baby

He said this sweet thing is good, He lives in my hood,

He say, she-say, it’s ALL good. He say don’t stop.

Black-Dumb-Girl He knows your sweet spot!


He says be easy, he says no worries, he scared ME to death,

Said meet Him at the cemetery! Concrete grave its so hard

What’s a black-dumb-girl to do? Kiss, kiss ugly-smart-woman,

Let him inside of you!

Kiss-kiss, keep it simple stupid, that is the order of the court!

Keep thinking Beautiful-Intelligent-Female,

Your thoughts I must ABORT!


I AM hurt!

I AM crazy!

I gave it all away!

My death tears fall like rain and it rains everyday…

Gave us the sun, gave her a son,

One in heaven I AM now born..

Oh boy! A Beautiful. Wonderful. Girl…


One in the same…

New testament rules…

Old testament game…


She said tell them WHOSE you are dumb-black-girl!

You can be whatever you want to be in this world!

Smart-boy-white knows how to get it right,

He can give or take like a thief in the night!

Well then, Mistress Teacher, yes I iz!

Gonna teach all the saints in America one ‘mo ‘gen

Don’t hurt my children, don’t touch da kids!

Dark days and city lights!

Only children…

Taught em’ how to fight…


This is MY country, their inheritance,  yes it is!

You don’t know where I’m from!

You don’t know where I’ve been!

We don’t play together, you NEVER wanted to be friends.

I AM the salt of the earth, I AM your mother!

I AM his wife, I AM his lover, Married and United!

NEVER love another!

I AM the great I AM.. America!




My salty kisses he loves, I AM liberty!

Free to pass for trade I AM the first lady!

How many times must we BI-pass rules?

I AM the face of America!

I can trans ALL you fools!

So who is his other lover? Who is her brother?

Pay back of the 1st girl you called black

Is a real Mutha!


#she thinks out loud

*The word dog is sometimes coded in the dyslexic mind as God spelled backwards and vice versa, therefore my doG has been loyal and faithful to me all my life but God is my master and owner. 

*Gender is irrelevant, and MY children on earth are blessed.

*the color black is produced by the mixture of all colors

*mutha is an African American colloquialism that means mother











Abort All The Boys-Roe V. Wade

After seeing a post from a friend that’s been like a big brother to me. I decided to give him a call after seeing he was in the ER with broken bones and still was hurting and in pain. 


Me: I’m trying my best not to panic. What happen Tommy-Baby (my nickname for him)?

Him: I’m fine Elle. I was changing the tire on my car last week and the tire fell on my foot. I’m just so use to dealing with pain I didn’t think I needed to go to the doctor but come to find out I have a few broken bones in my foot.

Me: How in the hell do you manage to go to work let alone walk with broken bones in your foot of all places!  Omg! You are such a MAN! If people only knew!

*both laughing and giggling


Funny thought.

If people only knew.

I have admired this man so much ever since we met in college. He is one of the most brilliant thinkers and compassionate souls walking around on earth.  Dare I add that these are just a few qualities that we as Christians love about Jesus. Jesus was a brilliant thinker and a compassionate man. Tommy-Baby has actually shared with me and taught me some very deep things about the Bible itself that have been hands down irrefutable.

Tommy-Baby has always impressed me because he is the epitome of a real man and an anomaly to most. Harder worker, chivalrous, always in great spirits, and knows how to treat a woman! Before his mother passed he moved mountains and stretched valleys just to take care of her. Likewise when his sister’s health started to decline he relocated, spent more of his time and money, and took care of her.

Upon hearing the he was now not well and that there wasn’t a soul by his side to nurse him back to health my heart hurt for him. When he uttered, “I am so use to dealing with pain Elle,” I knew at that moment that more so than the fractioned bones in his foot, he was talking about the pain inflicted on him and caused by others in his life.

My dearest friend Tommy-Baby is gay.

As a mother of two male children, I have often wondered what my sons will become when they are older. How successful will they be? Will they find true love? Will they bring me some beautiful grand babies?

When I sit back and watch Azariah and Caleb play and fight and fight and play, I don’t know if I am raising the next Barack Obama or Donald Trump or the next Charles Manson or Wayne Williams! I have no idea! All I know is that my ex-husband and I will try our best to train both of our boys up in the way they should go (Proverbs 22:6).

In the event that one of my boys comes home from college for the holidays with his male lover, I don’t have to think about how I am going to react. I will see the child I love with someone he loves. I will see two human beings that need a good meal and shelter. I will see what God sees.

I will see two people that better cut my grass AND help put my fake lashes back on before they head back to school with my best Tupperware. I could careless who does what or what goes on behind closed doors betwixt them.

I will simply see what God sees….two children that both need to know what true love is and for that a hungry soul is welcomed into my house without condemnation from me. I don’t understand parents that have denied loved to their own flesh and blood because of their personal choices to affiliate themselves with the LGBTQ community. I truly don’t.

Gay is synonymous for the word happy and children are a gift from God (Psalm 127:3) . I would take that as a message from God himself telling me to not worry and to be happy! If there is a legitimate struggle or confusion to his sexuality then that is for God to convict him of and not the good “Christian folk” that attend the church. Priest and pastors included.

There is so much hypocrisy in the Christian church today that we have ran out all of God’s children because we only LOVE certain kids instead of all “the kids”.  Politically speaking there are still children being left behind. God said, love ALL MY CHILDREN but we still keep watching soap operas instead of dealing with the drama around us for the sake of the innocent ones in HIS eyes.

The first command of God was simply to love and the second was to love thy neighbor as they self. We have all fallen short of his glory yet we put such an emphases on the lifestyles choices of our fellow man.

We give more life to a situation by making it more problematic. If you know what I know about homosexuality you would know that the churches and pastors that speak the hardest AGAINST it are the ones that have the most suppressed thoughts and possibly passed relational experiences in it. A lot of self appointed and self righteous  pastors  preach from a standpoint of personal projection.

Nevertheless, if you are that “holy” by your own merit than why don’t you lobby to kill all the little boys ages 2 and under just like Herod “the great” in the Bible? Let’s be “pro-active” and kill off all the God-given happy genes in all the boys. Let’s kill two birds with one stone here.  Let’s turn to the Gospel of Matthew and abort all the innocent, infant boys. My only question is, what would Jesus do? A mere question we so often forget to ask because we still don’t want to love everyone so we cruelly justify a way not to do it.

Funny thought.

If people only knew.


*”the kids” is a slang term used by the LGBTQ community that means us (i.e the kids are the LGBTQ community as a whole)

*  No Child left Behind was an act with major Bipartisan support in 2001

* Wayne Williams an African American serial killer that killed dozens of black adult men and young boys in Atlanta in the 1980’s (life sentence)

*projection an expectation or prognosis