Where?

Once in awhile in a while that usually happens more than just once, I feel like this. Like maybe people don't read their Bibles at all like they should.  The description of Jesus sounds like if he were around today he'd have some serious issues getting people to believe he was legit. Burnished bronze looks kinda dark.  

I don't think if Jesus were coming back, he'd be coming back as a Jewish man.  Jesus is the child of God, a fair challenge is necessary.  If I were Jesus, I'd come back as an African-American woman. 

Why?

Because, it's already a miracle if Jesus came back at all.  It's a miracle if Jesus comes back as a black woman.  On top of that a black woman that changes humanity.

As a black woman, you already know the world is hard.  You're fed that subliminally.  You'd have to hunt for the one black Barbie doll in the store as a kid.  Until recently you didn't have a Disney princess to idolise. If you made it out of childhood somehow you hardly ever saw anyone in the media doing anything remotely good.  

This by the way is my motto at heart I guess: be the woman Jesus would be if he were a 27 year old black girl in today's society.

Guess she'd do some sort of miracle.  Really those things are tough these days, and miracles start small. Miracles are like blinking: everyone does it but at the moment you're busy paying attention somewhere else. Like you being you is a miracle, even if you'd thought the you you are isn't worth much of a damn.  Maybe at this moment someone wishes for you to exist, to be everything you are and nothing more.  What if you find that person?

I guess today's rains brought some heaviness.  I never understood why people got all depressed when it rains.  There's a moody somber mood that comes with rain and fog.  Its a dreary romantic lull that settles in (if you find the drizzle romantic, I think I do). Achy joints become en Vogue, and oh so quick the "I love you's" of neon summer have faded into earthy jewel tones.  

Every so often, I feel a powerful sense of déjà vu. Like suddenly I feel the world shift, and I remember being here before.  Here from where?