Dear Christians,

A love letter to God’s chosen.

I’m writing this to inform you
That you have been witnessed. 

Seen in full view. 
No I don’t need you

To come correct me, too. 

People’s walk with God?
Not your purview

Unless they cause harm
Or ask!

They don’t need you. 

If you want new tithes,
I know you something you can try

Instead of looking them in the eye
Claiming all they do is lie,

How about you pick up your own book?

—

Who “casts the first stone?”
Intended to be Jesus,

You think the job your own. 

Calling us blasphemous—
While stealing God’s throne. 

You look down upon us
As if we should kneel. 

I wish you could ever feel

God. 

In your heart. 

In your mind. 

In your body. 


In your SOUL. 


God PROTECTS the harmed,
The wounded, the scarred,

The ones you shove aside
Killing to display “heart.”

You ridicule in public
No event too small,

Instead of making programs
To pick up who falls. 

People starve around you,
Get abducted, and die

All so you can feel
Protected,

Under his eye. 

But God showed you heaven!
It’s the thing you reject. 

It requires equality
And no subjects. 

“No needy among you.”
“You live together as one.”

And yet you reject them—
Tell em they’re not part of “one.”

If Jesus came today,
I bet you would run. 

You couldn’t own up
To the harm that you’ve done. 

So no, I won’t go 
Stand in heretical “God’s home.”

Proclaiming straight white male glory
While MY people groan. 

—

If you fancy yourselves
“Chosen,”

I think that’s cute
And certainly, I’ll be praying for you. 

—

True followers of God
Would NEVER be mistaken

For the likes
—of you!