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Thursday, February 17, 2022

A Cry to Those Who Need to Understand

I started

At 6 weeks.

They made 

Big church

Smaller

But then later

I felt small--

Too small to be heard.

Small group leaders

Have a bit of power,

But not enough

To get higher

On the ladder.

 

I made it to the ladder.

Made my way up,

Still hiding

Who I was

Just in case.

 

But when those

On top

Found out,

I got knocked

Back down.

 

At least one

Who I worked with

Stands behind me.

One who taught me

Stands beside me.

Two who I work with

Have my back

And at least

The top

Can't stop me

From serving.

 

The ones

Who have my back--

The ones

Who make me feel

I belong

Are the ones

I volunteer with.

And I care

About those kids.

I want to

Make it known

I know

Those middle schoolers count.

No more students asking

"What about me?"

 

I don't like

Counting the hours

I serve them.

I volunteer

To do this

Silently,

Standing behind

A camera or

Sitting before

A monitor.

The only reason

I announce it

Is to encourage others

To see

What I see.

 

 

But that's not the point

Of this poem.

 

 

When I

Got knocked down,

I stood

Back up,

And I'm forgiving

The ones

Who caused

This pain,

But I can't

Work under them.

I can't support

A church

Not understanding

Who they're driving away

And why.

And I made clear

My "why".

 

I'm not about to

Say goodbye

To those students

Or the ones

Who have my back,

But only

To the ones

Who turned their back

On me.

I'll stick around

And maybe you'll see

The person

Who is trying

To be patient

And not leave

Is me.

 

It's killing me

To say this

That I'm wanting

To leave

But I can't leave

My family.

 

But right now,

My family

Are the ones

Serving

Beside me.

 

My family

Are the ones

Who see me.

 

My family

Aren't the ones who

Knock me off

The ladder--

The ones who

Turn a blind eye

To my cries.

 

The problem

Isn't rooted

In those leaving

The problem

Isn't rooted

In those teaching

The problem

Is rooted

In the ones

Making the ruling.

 

My faith is strong

That I'm not about

To leave God,

But working

Under you few

Is killing people

Like me.

Some literally.

Not me,

But I'm here

On my knees,

Begging you to please

Don't choose policy

Over God's people.

Please

Don't drive people away.

 

I'm hanging on

But just barely.

The only times

I hold strong

In this building

Is when I'm serving

Those students and

Working with the people

Who see me

When I'm hurting

And get behind me.

Student ministry

Is important to me.

I'm not about to leave them.

 

Those who I have

Worked with--

Who I have

Shared this with--

Support me

And are saying

Something.

They have a voice

Where I don't.

Still,

Nothing

Is changing.

 

I know

Changing takes time.

You won't see it

Overnight

Which is why

I'm sticking around.

 

But for me

To me healthy,

I can't be around

The toxicity.

The people

On stage

Aren't the problem

Directly,

But couldn't they

Say something?

Start to ask questions

Like those lower

Already have been?

 

 

 

This is why

I can't stand

By their side

Unless it's with people

I know

Have my back.

Those people

Are in student ministry.

They aren't 

On main stage.

The aren't

On the board.

At least not

Anymore.

 

 

(12/19/2021) 

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