He loves me, He loves me not

The highest one loves me unconditionally, the earthly one loves me only when its convienent for him.

The highest one loves me through hell and high-water, the earthly one only loves me when he gets what he wants.

The highest one loves me through the tears, the earthly one only makes me cry.

The highest one gives me peace, the earthly one causes me grief. 

The highest one always comes though when I need him, the earthly one has never been reliable.

 I rather love God for the rest of my life than to spend time loving someone who can never compare or satisfy me the way the highest one can.

BY: Sierra Gatling

The Inaccurate Theory of a Fool

We are judged by our name, the color of our skin, our last names, our past, the texture of our hair, the color of our eye’s.

If my hair is soft and is silky when ironed I have nice hair but if it is tangled I have nigger hair.

If my eye’s were blue I would be considered pretty and exotic, but if my eye’s are brown I’m just blending in with the rest of the world.

If my past mistakes were made public I must be a hoe.

If my last name if legendary than I have to live up to it.

If my name is hard to pronounce I must be ghetto.

If my skin in darker then I must have less money, no education, no degree, a lot of drama, but if my skin is lighter I must be on the path of sucess, wealth, and aboundance.

BREAKING THE STEREOTYPE AND THROWING YOUR TAGS IN THE TRASH

I’m dark skin, brown eye’s, tangled hair, with a past that isn’t so pleasent and a last name to uphold. In school recieving an education I’m not supposed to have, not dealing with drama that you automatically thought I had, learning from my past mistakes and a first name that was given to me by God.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD PICK YOUR THEORY’S OFF THE FLOOR AND REWRITE……


BY: Sierra Gatling