Tuesday, November 29, 2011
A Present-Day Moses?
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
This I Know
I still have questions
About the One who died for me.
About Creation vs. Evolution
And the Holy Trinity.
I know He's in the thunderstorms
But did He create the dinosaurs?
And was extinction some sort of punishment?
If a child asked me "What is God?"
Frankly, I wouldn't know what to say.
Whether it's 2012 or 6030
I don't know what to expect on that last day.
When three equals one, and one equals three
How can I possibly make that make sense?
But to confine God to the limits of our logic
Corrupts the idea of Faith.
I want to know why something we choose to believe in has caused so many wars.
Why this Book about Love and Compassion
Is the number one book stolen in bookstores.
After all, Christ calls us to do one thing above all else
To love one another, as God first loved us.
But we've created stipulations in small print for the Love Jesus says to share.
Like He's holding a VIP list to that amazing party up there.
"Love thy neighbor" wasn't written with excpetions
And I have a hard time believing in a God who hands out rejections.
But this isn't a me-thing,
This isn't a you-thing,
This isn't a we-thing,
And this isn't a them-thing.
This is an everyone-under-the-sun-coming-together-to-be-an-Us-thing.
If you look inside you're sure to find
That all-too simple,
All-too perfect nursery rhyme.
Because "Jesus Loves [Us], This I Know. For the Bible Tells Me Se."
-Emily Martin
(with the help of Haylee Martin)
July 8, 2011.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Respect is the Movement
hushed by what God gave us
Called by what we're not.
Ugly derogatory terms used to misrepresent beautiful parts
And we wear these labels because society hands them out
Because after all, negative attention is still... attention.
$7 billion is what we spent last year trying to reach the unrealistic expectations set before us.
Always behind closed doors
Painting attempts at perfection accorss our faces.
Bleaching, frying, and straightening our hair till it falls in all the right places.
An hour is what the average girl spends daily just to look presentable.
As if to say that without all the effort, products, and time the face God gave her isn't worth seeing.
Who's idea was it in the first place that with like-face paint,
Clowns were more beautiful than women?
And you see,
All this is done for that three second first impression
Which then work just as hard to maintain.
And guys, while you sit by watching
I have some news.
Contrary to popular belief,
this is no longer for you.
It used to be miniscule,
but now the only ridicule we fear
Is from our fellow females.
We've learned to compare, to laugh, and to judge.
To do everything we can to lift ourselves up.
No it's out of our mouths that you hear
Bitch, Whore, and Dyke.
It's through secrets and rumors that we ignite the fight.
It's this obsession with prosthetic perfection
That has turned Venus into a battle field.
See beyond the casualties of self-confidence and behind the front lines in something very real.
But when first impressions only last three seconds
It become very difficult to find
The sexiest piece of human anatomy,
... I'm talking about the mind.
See with blackened lashes and bronzed skin
It doesn't matter what you put on your mouth
What matters most is what comes out.
I think it's obvious that the issue is trust
So let's make the solution faith.
Faith in ourselves that we can treat each other with the respect we deserve
Faith that out of all of this, you'll end up stronger in the end.
Faith that with a different vision, you'll be a better friend.
I challenge you to sign the unpublished pact
That one-by-one we'll change our act.
The work of the women before us can't have been in vain
So we can't be vain
We need to watch what we say.
We need to take responsibility of the attitude society has for future girls.
So while there's definitely importance in "Going Green," equal marriage rights, and the anti-war scene.
This world needs more importance
Let's make RESPECT the movement.
Friday, February 11, 2011
A Toast for Valentines Day
Friday, January 7, 2011
Rehab's Not an Option
When I look into your eyes
I can't help but see the lies that we've shared.
The pain that's been contagious through these years,
but I swear;
Those same eyes drive me wild
I can't look away
I'm an addict for your love
In the worst possible way.
And when we're apart
Withdrawal is a Hell for me
Because me without you
Isn't how it's supposed to be.
And all those screaming matches
Baby, that's just me
Realizing I don't deserve you
Forgive me, I'll make you see
All I need is one more chance,
just one more song, one more dance.
When it comes to addictions,
I've had my run
Out of all the narcotics,
My soul only craves one.
See, weed can take me places,
But I travel alone.
Alcohol makes me forget the sound
of your voice on the phone.
The only evidence of crack,
is the one you left on my heart
You're a habit I need to indulge in
Just tell me where to start.
Babe, open those hazel eyes
And see that I'm right here
I will always love you
I will always be there.
-Emily Martin
January 7, 2011