06/03/2025
Free
“These are the words of the lord,
Meditate on it day and night”
Who wrote this text?
How can I really depend on some words that’s been rewritten and reinterpreted, changed and erased?
These words keep me in mental chains
It keeps me so low that I feel insane
How can I be mediating on these words and all of my wounds remain the same?
This s**t ain’t working the way yall claim
Why is it that I feel more free and spiritually confident when I stop meditating?
Why did my life begin to make sense for me when I stopped believing blindly and started asking questions?
A belief that’s so god proof should be able to withstand some critical thought
These words of “the lord”
Stomped on my intuition
And closed my common sense
If something was pure, why would it turn me so dense?
If it was so holy why the pages feel like they worth less than 50 cents?
I have every right to destroy what has tried to destroy me
I have every right to burn the words that tried to burry me
See I used to be so scared of “the enemy”
But imagine my surprise when I realized the enemy was right in front of me
In a suit and tie, grinning clean through his teeth
Stomping and hollering on stage but won’t even show his face outside of his magachurch
Pushing the agenda of so many
Cursing and crucifying your life and taking your money
Aint nothing about this s**t funny
My life, my choice
My words, my actions
That’s what I’m meditating on
It’s crazy that a religion makes you believe trusting yourself and being your true self makes you the same as satan
You not about to curse me into a lifelong cycle of self-hating
The way I feel ain’t for debating
Dead words is what they had me mediating on, so it makes that I started to feel dead on the inside
Dead presidents is what they trained me to chase and pray for, starve and fight for, the same presidents that would’ve spit on me and my family if they dead ass had the chance
Dead words and dead prez run amerikkka
But that s**t won’t run me no more
MUAH💋 no bars..
