Fope's Blog

You know how you can say you've been a Christian all your life? Like your parents were as Christian as Christians get. You could count the number of Sundays in your life where you'd missed church on one hand. The dress code was and still is "if you can't wear it to church, you can't wear it at all". You kept as much of a distance as necessary from all things worldly because it's "flee all appearances of evil" right? You heard it over and over again-no sex before marriage. It was a no-brainer and yes you got it. After all, the bible did say thou shall not commit fornication. Hmm wait did it?  Anyway, you knew Jesus as your Lord and saviour, because often enough they'd say you know your parents' salvation doesn't make you saved; salvation is a personal decision. So you understood these things, understood the ways of the church, the rituals of service, and the shame that came from answering in the negative to whether you had your qu

I'm staring at you right now and all I see are eyes. Eyes that bear an uncanny resemblance to those of the girl who came up to me just last week. After work everyday, I have a spot of Mivhy Street where I write poems. I have a really hard to miss sign that says "Stop, pick a poem about everything and nothing and feel free to leave a tip". So she stopped and said hello, but didn't try to make eye contact with me like my regular customers did. She just started blankly. I said "hi" and smiled, expecting her to ask me about my work like others did. Just as I was about to ask if there was something I could do for her she said, "Can I just sit here next to you and cry? I need a moment to cry and not look like I'm crying. You're here writing poems so can you make it look like you're writing a poem about me or something. If you had a speaker playing slow and sad music in addition to this set-up, it could enhance your tip-ability. You can say no