Paints a human
supernatural,
All fairy wings and scintillating breasts?
I guess?
God only knows how I,
All snot and sweat and eye boogers of black woman
Could ever.
But deep down, you knew that already.
Knew this flesh and thigh and rib bone
Could not save you
The same way you knew a blue-eyed baby Jesus
would not save you
and yet he was painted just so.
The sun of Israel never stood a chance.
The half-blood of an Asian?
(Yeah, but that God-half though…)
Is the Most High
(kicked-back over the Amazon,
Fork-tailed woodnymph interlaced between his toes
zephyr and orchid crawling round his ankles—
his glorious footstool)
Is He not a spirit?
Or will you fight yourselves to the death trying to prove Him otherwise?
John 4:24
About// we live in a world so offended by truth that it is labelled as enemy. there is no superior or supreme race, but then, deep down you knew that already.
