Evil’s in the Mirror

We love to define people based on their worst, whatever their worst is. We also have this sick obsession with reminding people (the ones who did it and the ones who perhaps didn’t know what was done) about said sin/offense. We like to shame people, put them down so low until they’re ground into dust. We don’t like to see people overcome their “dirt”, their “filth”, their failures, their missteps. We celebrate watching people get knocked back down, possibly lower than where they started, who’ve fought to rise above their worst and do better, live better, BE better. We revel in their downfall. We dress in our Sunday best to watch them roast over the fire on the spit, and gleefully breathe in the scent of their burning flesh. What is it about this human nature that loves to watch folks crumble and then crawl? Why do we love to live in their past and never allow them to create a new future? We talk so much about God and forgiveness, often quoting the scripture that says God himself throws our sins into the sea of forgetfulness once we’ve confessed to Him and repented. I guess, according to human “wisdom”, we think God forgets to constantly remind us that We can’t change, even when washed in the blood of the Lamb. It’s funny, we talk about the devil/enemy so much and blame him for all of the evil in the world. We take no responsibility for reigniting the torches as we search for the next victim to lynch before the masses. Honestly, if we really want to see evil, we should simply look in the mirror.

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Rhoyal Empress

Liane Stone Ingalls (Rhoyal Empress) is a lover of all things creative, unique, breath-taking, and beautiful. She is a writer, poet, singer, songwriter, teacher, mentor, and an unapologetic champion of creative souls and the underdog. She believes in Jesus (not feigned religiosity), love, social justice, equal rights, equity, and the pursuit of happiness. She is an African American woman learning to triumph while living with depression and anxiety, along with helping her daughter manage her own mental illness. Her poetry is her love letter to the uniqueness of this complex journey through life. It exists to share her story with all the tragedies and triumphs as she finds her way through the labyrinth of being black and female in America, all while dealing with mental illness, in a culture that often condemns those stricken with the disease.

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