J.S.M.

My written perspectives.

Beggar and Son on the Streets

Get off the streets, Christ.

Do you not have any idea how uncomfortable you make us feel, Christ?

Get a job, Christ. Stop trying to suck us dry of our money, Christ, riding on the back of our hard labor.

Be a better mom, Christ. Where’s the dad, Christ? Get off the streets, Christ.

Get off the streets, Christ. Don’t beg, Christ. Don’t look at me like that, Christ.

Don’t look at me at all, Christ.

Don’t see me, Christ. Please don’t look at me, Christ.

Are you still there, Christ?

Do you still sit on the streets? Do you still hold your son?

Forgive me, Christ.

Kill me, Christ.

I’m so sorry, Christ.

I can’t unsee you, Christ. Stop haunting me, Christ. Let me forget you, Christ.

I’m so sorry, Christ.

Are you okay, Christ? How’s your son, Christ?

Are you there, Christ?

Can you hear me, Christ?

Can you see me, Christ?

Christ?

are you there