You don’t represent me

With the ugliness in the news of hate groups, Nazis, white supremacists, neo-Nazis and whatever else these folks want to call themselves, I needed to vent. As a white, Christian woman, you do not represent me. As someone who deployed for our freedom, you do not represent me. As an American, you do not represent me. As a human being with common sense, integrity, honor, morals and love, you do not represent me. However, I will not hate you. I will not lower myself to that level. I will pray for your empty hearts. I will speak up against hate. I will find ways to make a difference and spread love and tolerance.


You may look like me, but we are not the same.

Hate and arrogance are the rules to your game.

You think you are better, when really you’re not.

Your heart is black and your soul’s all rot.

I don’t know how, you got this way.

Maybe nobody every loved you, in a special way.

Maybe you’re scared those different than you,

Are really more superior than you can ever do.

So you bash those who have different skin and church

When you crawl out of those dark places from where you lurch.

You disgrace the flag some of us fought to defend.

And you sound so ignorant spouting your sin.

Your skin doesn’t make you superior to none.

And you’re only brave in groups with a gun.

But deep inside I think you’re lonely and sad.

I suppose that’s why, you’re always so mad.

I’ll pray that you find some peace and sight.

To look in the mirror and see…

God taught us to love,

and what you’re doing is NOT right.



Stop the hate. Make a difference and spread love. ~ Nato


The language you don’t speak

you stare at me with cold eyes

time freezes and time flies

looking through me like I were glass

I clench my fingers hoping time will pass

you don’t always speak, but your silence says all

your not impressed, perhaps even appalled.

yet, here I stand before your eyes

I do exist and you don’t know why

for I can never be who you think you are

but I don’t want to be you, I have my own bar.


Not sure where these thoughts came from or really who they are directed to. Nonetheless, this is where my train of thought went when I saw the “language” prompt.


I don’t care

I don’t care about your anger.  I don’t care about your pain. For if I listen, I might go insane. 

I don’t care about your problems. I don’t care about your blame. For what I know, you run this game. 

I don’t care about your mistreatment. I don’t care about your tears.  For if you share them, I’ll know your fears. 

Don’t call me rude. There’s just nothing to see. And I just don’t have time…to listen to me. 

I’m too busy living, and learning to smile. All those bad times, must go in the file. 

I don’t have the time, to dwell on the woes. For happiness is taken in between blows. 

Focus on the good. And learn from the bad. Because life’s too short, to always be mad.


(Sorry for the formatting but I cannot make these random airport thoughts look nice on the mobile app.) 

Smile airport people-smile:)