i use to own a little sports car many years ago.
it was an older model,
but you couldn’t tell me shit when i was in that.
this was way before i started writing on here.
i was living at my sister’s aunt’s crib and life was kinda peaceful.
something went down and i owed money on the car.
i ended up having to park it and get on that metrocard plan.
it stayed parked for a year or two without movement.
i would have to go shovel it out of snow every winter.
one day i went out outside and saw a red letter stuck to the window…
from the time i could remember,
i grew up within a strict Jehovah’s Witness household at the hands of my grandmother.
she used that religion to abuse me and other family members she raised.
my mother wasn’t about that religion or any religion for that matter.
she had no say in my grandmother’s rulership since i only saw her during the weekends.
once i got old enough to leave that religion,
i was out.
i found it really weird if you broke “the rules” within the
you are banished until they let you back in.
you can’t even speak to your own JW family because they have to shun you,
even if you all live together.
the pentecostal churches i found myself in after didn’t fare any better.
as you know:
I love to drag toxic Christianity and the members it serves.
it’s one of my many passions.
one of the foxholers sent me an ig post from krystal cox.
she is a lesbian and the church she attended sent her an interesting letter…
Is it God or the devil that tests us?
have you ever wished things came easier like it does for other people?
you had a pretty chill life with minimal bs being throw at you?
i know that’s silly to think that,
but i’m tired of being tested.
religion is one of the worst things to happen to black folks.
they take that shit and run into a whole field of contradictions.
i thought brandon t. jackson was so fine.
he had me open in “lottery ticket“.
he is a black hebrew isrealite who claims his career took a hit because of sin.
you’ll never guess what it was via “tmz“…
we are here again.
i’m feeling scared and a little insecure.
i’m worried about money,
and my wants.
i don’t know why tho.
i’ve been down this valley before…
^that was a whatsapp from a friend of mine.
she needed to get a crib by the end of the month.
during these last few weeks,
everywhere she looked…