Third World Jesus
I told them Jesus was a brown man, and immediately they brought out a tape measure and calculated my wing span.They were very kind about it though. Gently, they lifted my arms, sideways, and measured from finger to finger. Then they asked me to stand up straight and measured from head to toe. Soon after, they told me to sit and offered coffee and some sweets. Politely, I said yes, and in the background I could hear a lot of sawing and some hammering but the coffee was quite earthy and the sweets were, well, sweet, that I soon forgot all that I heard and leaned back on my chair. Soon I fell asleep. When I woke up they stood around me smiling, some of them carrying a cross. We’ve discussed what you said, they told me. We took it into consideration. We don’t agree but we believe to each their own. Then they grabbed me.Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2026-06-02 at 16:13
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