Love Sickness part 2
The eyes of baby Jesus: Lakira Mitchum
Push, and push through my virgin legs, I feel no shame anymore , this was meant to be
a strange case scenario, a awkward nativity.Birthing little Jesus his eyes said, “Hello but, help me, remember The eyes of baby Jesus;Push, and push through my virgin legs, I feel no shame anymore , this was meant to be. a strange case scenario, a awkward nativity.Birthing little Jesus his eyes said, “Hello but, help me, remember why I was born, help me remember who I am.” The universe shifted when he cried in my arms, and I no longer felt like his mother but, his caretaker. Reunited again: our lives in heaven and we were once again on earth having a blissful time touching the souls of man on earth.He was not a child of fools fortune he was dirty , genuine honest and free.
He was never happy to see me, but more stubborn towards me as a child, he loved me in a stiff way, he knew many things , but I knew more, as his mother, the under appreciated bastard virgin that birthed him. Christians don’t know what he did to me .. do they.. He was a stressful child a burden to bear and to think I felt like only I was portal a tiny hole that pushed out a crying messiah.Forgetting Mary is why Christians are sexist you know, Jesus was a strong spirit, and although Gabriel declared me blessed for being his mother, why did so many souls forget my miracles, my sermons ,my opinions, oh yeah, because it’s a man’s world. I was not just placed on earth to birth Christ,I’m smarter than this, or that. Society was ignorant of who I was and what I did for Christ. In the eyes of Baby Jesus, I saw rebellion, In his eyes I saw male wisdom, and the frustration of a man who was homesick.In a place where he was an misfit a messiah, a baby prince.
Blessed by Heaven to be hated by men, loved by women , and begotten by God.
The eyes of Christ were stern, and by the time he was twelve, they said, he was yelling at the priest of synagogues “you do not know God, you do not know him!”The miracle birth was no mistake, But my miracle birth was not neither, mother Mary was not born of a virgin, but she risked her life for an ungrateful child. Mother’s do matter, but sometimes to him they did not.
Jesus had a very painful life, he cared for many and so did I.The eyes of Christ were filled with tears, the eyes of Christ to them showed redemption, to me showed paroxysm.
I still loved him, unconditionally but, my distance from him I found to be needed because, he was about his father’s business, Because his mother was not meant for heaven I guess; oh Christians that makes perfect sense!, let’s forget mom! A widow that was neglected by her adult sons, and was forced to watch him die. Love love love that’s all I had for him.
Love was all humanity needed,but a dead lamb, I’m not sure.
But my love for him was more important because I could of killed him, or allowed him to be kidnapped or worse, there was a worse option ;I fought for him.
He was a Messiah.Not just a messiah, he was my love, my child , my hero, my best friend but; no one knew what we had was more than the bible could tell; we had a harmony.We were both homesick for home, and peace, to remember universal harmony.