The Start of A Series of Lies

I’ve been homeless all summer long. The last time I was homeless I was 16 years old. My mother and I put our stuff in this police officer my father knew garage. The people that lived there rifled through our stuff stole things that were of no value to them. They left the Bible alone. The white and gold Bible given to my parents a long time ago, for a wedding present. My last landlord set my things out beneath the atrium at my old apartment. I hope it’s in all the stuff he put out there. It is invaluable. I keep saying, “My man’s little brother is going to sue him so bad!” Except, there is no amount of money that could be had that could replace that, Bible. If it’s in my stuff, I’m sending it to my sister in Oklahoma. She’s stabler than I am. It needs to stay in the family as long as it can. That’s the only thing that got me through, my faith in God is my best most reliable source for survival. I think I lost my mind once, but we’ll talk about that in this series is a few days. Each blog will be an experience of its own.

I haven’t thought the couch, mattresses, ice maker, freezer, printer, microwave or television sets, as much as I’ve thought about that Bible. It is very important to me, and to my family. When I was around 13 years old my uncle bought us a dictionary. My oldest sister took it when she left. She halfway to Muskegon and pissed the storage lady off and she sold her unit. So went the dictionary. We weren’t mad or nothing, just a little sad. That Bible has been in my family for 60+ years. We would miss that. Since I was on a mission to continue to be myself, I needed God to help me. I needed him to pull me through. I needed him… Some men were convinced that if they made it hard enough for me, I would give in and throw away the wholeness and fullness that I am and become a prostitute. They said that if I suffered enough, if I was hungry enough, if I began to hate myself enough, I would become a whore. Welp, here I am, smarter, stronger, wiser, still intact and still not a prostitute. Amen… Let the stories begin!

She is where it all began, but not this time, she is where it all ends. Thank you, Jesus!