One more week left at this job, and it’s been a wild ride. Word is, my manager’s been acting like it’s some kind of tragedy I’m leaving. They’ve been walking around all pouty, talking about how I’m “so cool” and “so funny” now they want to give me flowers. Really? Now y’all realize I brought the sunshine into this dull office? Miss me with that fake appreciation.
Some folks here are sad to see me go, and they know where I live, got my number too. if you really care, stay in touch. But I know a few are counting the seconds ‘til I clock out for good. And that’s fine too. They couldn’t handle truth if I served it with sweet tea and scripture. I once told a girl straight to her face she was being a fake Christian Yup! Loud enough for heaven to hear me. Do I regret it? Nope. Sometimes the truth gotta sting, and maybe that was the first time she saw herself clearly.
Now, I don’t throw stones for no reason. But don’t come at me quoting Bible verses when your life’s out here doing gymnastics in the shadows. This one girl? Always talking about church, blasting gospel music like it’s air freshener to cover up the funk. I had to pause and remind myself that I know the Bible, too, and before I said something wild, I called Grandma to double-check. Because she’s got wisdom that humbles you and heals you in one phone call.
My other grandma? she was on fire. She’ll quote Psalms while reading you for filth, then ask if you want cornbread before you leave.
Anyway, this girl tried to come for me ‘cause I live with my partner. Meanwhile, she’s pregnant by a dude who already got a girl. I looked her dead in the eye and said, “That baby better walk on water, then. Because if this ain’t divine conception, you need to hush.”
It ain’t about perfection, we all fall. But hypocrisy? That’s another story. Don’t talk holy while you swimming in sin, making backstrokes.
I’m not about that judgmental life. But I will call out nonsense when it stinks. Don’t act like your Spotify gospel playlist cleanses your lifestyle. Don’t act like you’re righteous ‘cause you got a cross on your chain while your actions spell chaos.
I believe in God. I walk in faith, even if my path ain’t always straight. I know the Word, and I live by wisdom. I might not be in church every Sunday, but trust me, I carry truth with me like armor. And when I don’t know something, I ask. I don’t just Google it. I go to god for discernment, like Grandma. I listen first, then I speak. That’s how I move.
But I still laugh at the irony of it all. The ones who are the loudest about being “saved” are usually the ones who need the most grace. I’ve seen people judge others for drinking, smoking, dressing a certain way — while they out here lying, gossiping, and playing spiritual politics. Saved on Sunday, snake on Monday.
Baptism don’t mean much if you dive in dirty and come up just as petty.
And don’t even get me started on institutional religion. The trauma, the cover-ups, the selective morality. I’ve joked with my boyfriend about Catholic stuff , not to mock the faith, but to point out how humans twist it for power and politics. There’s peace in true reverence, but when people hide behind it, that’s when it gets corrupt.
Truth be told, I’m just trying to walk upright, stay discerning, and not let this world harden my heart. I laugh at the madness, but I take spiritual things seriously. That’s why I’m careful about who I open up to. Some folks don’t want to grow , they just want to perform.
So yeah, I check people’s fruit. Not because I’m perfect, but ‘cause I know what rotten smells like.
And yeah, I still enjoy the little things. I’ll peep a fine man jogging by and appreciate the view. I’m human. But I clock energies. If someone’s spirit don’t sit right with me, I feel it. I’m not moved by surface stuff. I’m drawn to depth, clarity, and purpose. If I laugh, it’s real. If I speak, it’s with intent.
I’m not looking for the spotlight. I’m not chasing approval. I just want to be surrounded by people who walk in truth , or at least wanna try.
Come the 4th of July? I ain’t celebrating this country’s hypocrisy. I’m just here for the barbecue, the laughter, and the good people. I don’t put my hope in systems. I put my faith in something way deeper — something eternal. I know what side I’m on. And I know why I’m walking.
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