Speak your truth.
Hear your SELF.
If there's one thing that I've learned in the past few days
weeks
months
years
It's that we're all the same.
Your truth is my truth.
Even when I don't want to agree.
Even when your truth paints me as a monster.
A whiner.
An idiot.
An uppity woman.
A liar.
A racist.
An elitist.
The MAN.
A bitch.
Out of touch.
Cold.
Remote.
A failed hero.
Practically a devil.
Against you.
For them.
THEM.
I am those things.
I don't want to be those things.
I would go to all kinds of twists and turns to make those things untrue.
I might call you some of those things back.
I might deny you
your truth
your existence.
I might hide out in fear.
I might cower behind my God
my family
my skin
my faith
my safety
my comfort.
It wouldn't change anything about how you see me.
It would most likely just reinforce those things
that you already know about me.
It's your truth.
And your truth is my truth.
Truth is truth.
You win.
We do.
US.
My truth is different.
It's ok to be different.
There is grace enough at the table to be shared.
No one can take the grace from me (or from you).
It's not ours to give.
(Thank God)
My truth is that you are scared.
Angry
Enraged
Broken
Broken-hearted
Comfortless
Alone
But my truth is also that you are
Capable
Enough
Beloved
Known
Heard
Necessary
Essential
Valued
Tell your truth.
Your truth is my truth.
My God is big enough to handle it.
I can love through most anything TRUE.
