Unity

Begins With Honesty

You know what I find rather repulsive? Is the way we use each other in wars that come out of our mouths firing off explosives. All I see on Medium is assholes wanting to be curated so they make up some statement even if they are hated for it and that’s that.

Quite a shame. I, The skinny ass white girl, has something to say. I hope that’s Okay. I’m here to listen and I’m here to say that the only way to avoid the end is starting UNITY TODAY. HONESTY IS WHAT MAKES UNITY.

Not acting like you feel bad. Not blaming yourself for something you didn’t do because your white. I have a question to all the black writers out there…that sounded hostile and it’s not…I’m going to open up with honesty. I want to know both sides of honesty. Sometimes we have to let all that ugly shit out that has stalled our soul so God can set us free and we can finally really walk together in Unity.

I think the only way to get past race issues is by being completely honest. To the point that it’s uncomfortable. Let’s do it! “The Truth Shall Set You Free.” I see deceivers in the crowds. Lucifer already walking proud. Just wait God speaks mighty Loud.

WHAT DO I MEAN BY UNITY?

U N I Thank You Lord. Please somebody hear me. I have been trying to get this point across. So let’s take turns. I will go first and tell you how I feel honestly. From my soul. My heart. This is a piece of art.

My name is Kira Dawn. I also go by The Gorgeous Mess. I might not have had struggles exactly like yours, but my dealers in Over Town, Miami…were always looking out for me. I was a bad drug addict you see. Started with powder and ended up full blown junkie. Heroin, needles (works), burnt spoons.

I was spending $100 a day on dope. Couldn’t even find a vein that would work. Went to Over Town everyday. Needed a fix in a real bad way. I remember being this stark white girl, driving a Mercedes right into the heart of the ghetto.

The boys loved me there. I was helping them live and they were helping me live. Never looked at it in a bad way. I just hated myself for becoming a junkie. A black man didn’t make me a junkie. A white man did. My boyfriend in my early 20’s shot me up even though I didn’t want him to. That was it for me. The white man was the beginning of what I thought would be the end for me.

Is this why I see things differently? I was able to be honest with these guys and them with me. Sure I got ripped off here and there when my guys weren’t out. It’s all part of the game. I knew that by now. I am now clean a little over 9 years and I couldn’t be more proud.

Went to detox, rehabs (a lot), then I finally got it. It stuck and Thank God. We don’t need to play Elvis’s rendition of “In The Ghetto,” to understand what happens when you have the making for a perfect storm.

About the honesty. Who is about to be as honest with me? Call me ignorant of you like, but I need you to explain. Why am I the bad guy to some of you. I never claimed to have dealt with your pain. I can’t possibly know what it’s like to live and be treated differently. I don’t think I should be punished for it. It is all relative.

If I was the one who inflicted the pain then I would understand the reasoning. The color of my skin should not give me shame. Just as yours should not either.

I am a huge believer in my boy Jesus. He writes for me as I can’t even fathom that I am saying this. I only know he needs us to help save this world together. So let’s get real. Make up. Walk together in prayer.

I don’t know what it’s like to grow up black. Is it different? The same? Does it depend on socioeconomic differences? Please explain. I know I sound ignorant. Do I seem like I care. Teach me so I understand and I’m the meantime you will understand me.

Then I think about the Jews.

Did you see how they suffered in WWII. Concentration camps. Dead bodies littered the streets. Hitler starts out as a normal man, a painter, moved from country to country. All accounts I have read he was nice to everybody.

Then he goes to jail. Writes a book which I will not even address. Did we forget about the Nazi’s and the S.S. Brutally killing. Picking and choosing who lives. Mussolini in Italy another terrorist. When Hitler finally loses his battle. He commits suicide. A known methamphetamine junkie who would rather kill any other race than admit he was gay. Did anybody really care anyway.

Let us Pray. Please don’t forget about the Jewish and what they went through. They suffered many a grievance too. Me I am not a Jew. Can I say I know their pain? No I cannot.

Another man I would like to bring up. My boy Jesus from Nazareth. He didn’t know he would be chosen. Has to walk through the desert with Lucifer provoking him. Never once gives in. He knows his mission. His Father explains his transition. He comes back from his walk and people begin to talk.

One by one they all start to follow. How is this even possible? We know because God is in him, but how much wisdom did he up waste on us because we didn’t want to listen. We needed more proof more miraculous visions.

Jesus does what they ask and then this is what is said, “Oh he is just a magician.” I’ve never met a magician who could raise the dead (Lazarus), but okay let’s just go with that.

You know I am kidding. This man gets ridiculed too and by his own kind because Jesus was a Jew. He is my prophet, my messiah…yet people watched him suffer for mere pleasure and politics. Jesus was so strong to have dealt with all that. bullshit. Knowing Judas would sell him out for Silver, loves him still. I guess watching him get nailed to the crucifix after preaching a belief is ludicrous. It is sick. Can I know his pain? Not exactly, but maybe a little more than other races because Jesus lives within me so I can feel where the pain is.

“We are one, but we are not the same. We get to carry each other. Carry each other.”-u2;covered by my boy Johnny Cash.

I hope this makes sense to someone. I keep rewriting it and I know it’s Jesus who wants it done. Let’s be honest. You can ask me anything. I will answer truthfully. Soul bearing.

God Bless To All. Thank you for reading.

Kira Dawn The Gorgeous Mess. Copyright June 27, 2020.